Tunnels Novels & Stories

I just have to make it to the next tunnel exit. I know how the public transit system works, vaguely. I’ve seen it from the street level, even though I’ve never been down here before. Before the Lunar Reversal, trains used to run down here, taking people all over the city. The trains are dead now, of course, just like everything else, but the tunnels are still here. And there are entrances and exits to this underground system at intervals.

Ken nodded. Of course he did. He always did. “There are emergency access tunnels beneath the arena.” I blinked. “How do you know that?” “Because Father made us memorize every exit route in every royal building when we were children.” Right. Of course he had. Normal fathers taught their sons how to fish. Lucius taught us military strategy. The memory left a bitter taste in my mouth. Ken stood slowly. “The tunnels connect to the maze maintenance systems.” Hope sparked inside me. For the first time since this nightmare started.

Every city hid two hearts: one that beat for its people, and one that pulsed beneath them — in the tunnels, in the silence, in the shadows. And deep under Garden Metro, the second heart had begun to stir again. Elara leaned over the table in the old depot, its wood scarred from years of plans drawn and burned. Around her stood Lena, Vincent, and the new faces of what the people were calling The Council of Dawn. Maps and blueprints littered the table — not of the city streets, but of its underbelly: sewer systems, water routes, maintenance tunnels. Lena tapped a section near the eastern quadrant. “These t

I head off through another tunnel off the side of a rock face where hell hound shifter guards keep passing through. It’s always smart to follow the ones that would serve their leader directly. The tunnels twist and wind in every direction and I can tell that it’s going to be difficult to navigate a clear pathway but I’m a sucker for a good challenge. It’ll make the win even better. I spend majority of the day just following different guards. I’ve come to learn a few pathways through the tunnels and a partial guard rotation, but still there is no sign of Marius or where he resides. I've learnt there's a central spot that has ever

Inside, my team had cleared away a large tarp revealing a trap door set into the concrete floor. Marcus stood over it looking grim. "These tunnels connect to the old mining system from a hundred years ago," he said while showing me maps on his tablet. "They run for miles underground connecting various points across the region." "They're using the tunnels to move him," I realized while anger burned through me. "That's how they've been staying ahead of us." "The tunnel system is extensive," Marcus said while zooming in on the map. "There are dozens of exit points within a fifty mile radius underground."

Ronan said. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I wrote a short good bye message to Tracy and followed Ronan out into the twisting tunnels of the Warren. “All right, so this tunnel is mostly where folks keep their personal quarters,” Ronan said. “There are a few more tunnels like it spread around.” I nodded, looking around curiously. The small cavern rooms were separated out with thick curtains or makeshift doors fitted into the entrances. I saw that most of them were brightly decorated, giving a homey atmosphere to what might have been a dark, dank area.

Theophilus POV It was almost as if this warren of tunnels did not know about the pandemonium above. Stone hallways continued on, turning this way and that, with some small corridors ill-lit by an infrequent torch. Every step was muffled, with its echo ringing off cold, wet walls. The air was heavy with damp earth, and there wafted through it an undertone of smoke from far-off impromptu kitchens scattered through the labyrinth beneath the ground. Those shelters were much more than safety; they were our lifeline in this infinite war—a tenuous refuge against the pounding attacks of the Southern Pack.

“He doesn’t chase. He hunts.” That sent a chill down my spine. Gavin glanced back at me. “We’ve got to get to the road before dark. The old tunnels run beneath it ,we can use them to cross into the safe zone.” “Those tunnels haven’t been used in years,” Nina said. “Then no one will expect us to use them,” Elias replied. The road wasn’t far, but the climb was brutal. Slippery rock, mud that sucked at our boots, and the kind of wind that made you question every step. By the time we reached the top, the city lights were just a faint glimmer below, half-hidden by fog.

I’m shackled, in a cage, underground. I force myself to take a few ragged breaths, trying to keep the rising wave of hysteria from crashing over me. There’s dirt under my feet, not concrete. Damp, cold soil packed beneath my toes. I scan the chamber, throat tight. Tunnels, at least four of them. Hollowed-out holes carved into the eastern walls. They’re wide—easily big enough for someone to crawl through. Some disappear into shadows so deep that I can’t see the end of it.