Tunnels Novels & Stories

“Rat Hole is a narrow stone tunnel beneath an abandoned grain mill. It’s barely tall enough to walk through without bending. Smugglers used it years ago.” “And Rabbit Hole?” Elaina asked. “A series of connected burrows under the eastern ridge. Natural caves widened by people who needed to move unseen.” Drake’s expression hardened slightly. “You’ve used them?” “Yes.” “Recently?” “Not in the past month.” Elaina studied his face. “Why not?” Sachin finally turned to look at them fully. “Because they’re traps now.” Drake’s posture stiffened. “Explain.” “At the end of both tunnels,” Sachin said evenly, “there’s a soldiers’ barrack.”

My tight grip on the knife flattered a little as I froze at her words. Tunnels. Blood drained from my face, leaving me a pale mess of tangled nerves. Tunnels. No. No. No. “Secret tunnels.” I thought out loud. ***

Mae looks up; there is no reproach in her look, only fact: she sees Nyra’s bleeding, the fatigue working through her body, the children’s rhythm, she checks the veil-light’s temperature, and she nods — a quiet, certain movement like someone testing a knot with their finger and feeling that it holds. “Tunnels.” The word settles in the middle of the hall like a heavy, dark seed — and yet: a seed. The passages beneath the keep, the routes hidden behind the crypts, once used by smugglers and by common folk in sieges to save their lives — I know them from childhood, the map worn into my palm like creases; I see the places where water drips, the sliding sheen of mos

“You were ordered to stand down, Reyes.” Reyes ignored that, pointing a finger. “You said you’d send a team down there. I want to know what they found.” A tense pause. Then Vernon sighed and stepped closer, voice low but stern. “The tunnel’s real. Engineering-grade steel. It runs at least four city blocks, maybe more. We don’t know how far it goes yet — it splits in multiple directions. Booby traps, broken lighting, tripwires rigged to collapse sections. This wasn’t a last-minute job. It’s a goddamn rabbit warren.”

Jamie whispered. “I know. It’s really annoying.” Aaron gazed down to the end of the tunnel, about a hundred yards away, thinking they should head that direction, but even while he was looking, a large white form passed across the opening. It kept going, and he exhaled, thinking it hadn’t noticed them. Then, it took a step backward and turned its head. “Whatta we do?” Elliott asked. “Run?” Some of the tunnels connected on both ends or in the middle while others didn’t. This one had an exit on both sides, but if he wasn’t careful, it would be easy to lose track of which tunnel they were in.

I gasped and looked at Dad. "It's a secret tunnel." He informed me with a grin. I grinned back at him, feeling a little excited. We entered the tunnel and then followed it further underneath the ground. About five meters into the tunnel we stopped and stepped outside again. I stood still, breathing heavily, taking everything in. This place was even more beautiful underground. The walls were made of dark red bricks and were lit by torches which were hanging in the middle of the tunnel. There were wooden beams holding up the roof and they seemed stable enough. On one end there was a large wooden fence surrounded by tall grass. In the distance, I could hear water trickling away. There was anoth

Jade questioned. “Yes, there are sewer tunnels running directly under the compound, the closest point of impact would be D block showers, none of the other tunnels are large enough to fit bodies. The tunnels run in either direction and fork off to four surrounding towns then carry on to the towns after that. They could literally enter these tunnels from anywhere and sneak up on us at any moment and we wouldn't be able to see them or hear them until it was too late.” The chief stated his tone desolate as he continued to glance over the maps before him.

The tunnel was situated next to a pond which masked the smell making it difficult for the pack trackers to find it. I was handed a torch as the tunnel was dark and dingy, smelling like rotten blood. I just hoped that this wasn’t the bloodshed of innocent children. After walking half a mile, the exit led to the entrance of 5 other huge tunnels. The top of the tunnels were carved in certain signs I couldn’t comprehend. The first one had a crescent-shaped mark with a horizontal line bisecting it. The second one had a crescent-shaped mark but a vertical line bisecting it. The third one had nothing but a red triangle circumscribed in

“Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve scoured that entire mountain range. Those tunnels—they weren’t originally built for military use. Villagers once used them as hidden burial sites. Bodies in coffins, tucked into carved-out chambers along the rock walls. It’s an old tradition, more than a century old. Over time, the tunnels multiplied like roots beneath the earth. “But about ten years ago, an earthquake hit. The government offered resettlement money, and the villagers left. The tunnels stayed. Later, someone came back, expanded them, reinforced them, wired them with surveillance cameras. What y

As I rolled down the winding hole with my body scratching on the edges, I briefly regretted making that decision earlier to just throw myself in but then, it deposited me out into the air and I fell down to my knees. A little bit more and I would have face planted straight into the ground but luckily for me, I avoided the bones that were just beneath the mouth of the opening. Some people had been here before and didn't make it out alive. Zeke had explained briefly that these tunnels were once used by rebels but he hadn't given us the full information and he would do so as we went and that was enough for me. Soon after, Damien rolled in and fully slammed down t