The Underground Railroad Novels & Stories

“If she’s tracking that, her father’s hit squads are already narrowing the perimeter. We move. Now.” We scrambled deeper into the dark, our shadows stretching and warping against the wet brick. We reached a junction where the tunnels widened into an old, abandoned fallout shelter. It was a communal space for the "under-wolves"—the rogues and orphans who had no place in the towers or the Hollows' slums. Small, flickering fires were scattered around the room, illuminating pale, hungry faces. The air was thick with the smell of woodsmoke and unwashed bodies.

"I want you to call Noah to prepare my private jet after I get my car ready because I am going underground." “Alright boss.” Rico responded and found a way to slip out of the room. Andrea stood up, gazing out the window, his mind buzzing with thoughts. He had to go handle the defaulters who were trying to steal from him. The “underground” was this shady spot where all sorts of illegal stuff went down, like drugs, human organs, and weapons, all hidden away beneath a warehouse filled with regular goods. He stepped out of his room and spotted Amira carrying a tray of food, making her way toward what he figured was the kitchen.

Wolfe After we made it through the tunnel and destroyed every robotic machine that got in our way we finally reached this underground facility he told me about. He was in fact right. There was a hideout right underneath the city of Icedale, all along using the coverup of being Icedale mines when it actually was an entire temple. I used to read about this place, the moongoddess worshipping grounds. It was now turned into a shady research facility. I had no idea such place really existed.

“There is more going on than you know. When we get home, I will answer all of your questions, but I will try to address those that I can now.” He had to choose his words closely; he knew that if he screwed this up, it could be the end for the two of them. With a deep breath, he thought about the best approach and began to speak slowly. “Quiet Moon was more than just a wolf sanctuary; it acted as a haven for people trying to escape, like an underground railroad. Some of these people had others after them, and we think that one of them got to Clint.” Rubbing her wrist with his thumb, Marcus savored the tingling sensation.

I swallowed hard as the doors closed, Ronan, Ryker, Finn and Asher’s watch. The real brothel wasn’t above. It was beneath. It was underground! I was being taken straight into it. Alone.

"Jessica, you need surgery—" "What I need is to protect my children." I met his gaze. "You run an underground railroad? Prove it. But I'm not letting these babies out of my sight." He stared at me for a long moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Stub born wolf." "Says the doctor running a secret rebel network." "Fair point." He turned to Mark. "Plan C." "The morgue route? That's insane! She's actively bleeding—" "And I'll deal with that," Ethan cut in, already gathering supplies. "But first we need to—"

Kelsa realized that the doctor's plan was feasible but extremely difficult to execute. How were they going to hide two life babies from two scary bodybuild guards without them making a sound? Actually, this basement did not have a window. It was specifically designed with only one way to exit. The door. What could they do? "Yes! I know what to do!" Doctor Brown said excitedly as he thought of a plan immediately. He used gauze to cover the mouth of the little ones and used plaster to shut them up. After that, he hid them behind the door in an orderly manner.

The network was shifting hope itself from where it had been extinguished to regions where it might find a way once more, not just people. Elena closed the mill station as daylight approached, ready to restart her official capacity in the village cover for her rescue activities. She was, to any watcher, just a seamstress who sporadically went to the historic mill to gather herbs for dyeing fabric. Though so much more priceless, the reality was more hazardous; she was part of a system quietly drawing Kael's territories of the Human resources he had to preserve any form of coordinated opposition. Though its effect could be seen all over the area as families were brought together and communities

Why she'd structured the inheritance to keep the inn open, no matter what. Her grandmother hadn't just been running a bed and breakfast. She'd been running an underground railroad for women fleeing violence. Women like Maya. Women like the stranger in the hospital bed. And ten years ago, somehow, she'd gotten too close to the truth about a killer who was still out there. Still hunting. "What was my grandmother's real name?" the stranger asked, her voice barely a whisper. "The woman who ran the Tidewater Inn before you?" Maya's throat tightened. "Eleanor Reeves. Why?"

Marcus walked straight to the door, turned his head and said: “Going to visit my beloved secret weapon.” ................... A little further from the barracks base, into the forest behind, was a tunnel dug deep into the rock. This was a warehouse designed as a large labyrinth. This was a place outside for the purpose of storing food, weapons, and explosives for the South army, as well as a safe haven for bad situations.