Tunnels Novels & Stories

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

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

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.

“There is a door in the back o the cellar. It is hidden by broken barrels that look too broke ta be mended. I thought to try ta make a bed o them and found a door.” “Where do the tunnels go?” “All over the inside and three passages lead ta the outside. One here behind the bushes, one high in the cliffs over the sea, and the other I can sometimes get out but sometimes is full o water.” Fann’s men were all looking at one another. Eleanor couldn’t tell what emotion was on their faces. “There is a tunnel from the bush into my castle?” “Aye M’Laird.”

She told me yesterday she would die if something happened to Trent. My phone buzzes early that morning. It's a text from someone. It's a familiar number. Trent? I quickly open the message. Trent Hey baby. I miss you. What! Trent I want to see you, baby. I want us to run away together. What?

Chapter 85 – The Hollow Tunnels Gabrielle’s POV The Hollow Tunnels were so cold that I was shivering. The air was heavy and smelled old, like dust and mold mixed together. The walls were damp and narrow, and water kept dripping from above, hitting the stony ground. The ground was stony with little rocks that made it hard to walk without stumbling. But it wasn’t the tunnels that scared me most. It was the visions. Every time I blinked, I saw Crystal.

Damien demanded. ⸻ “The tunnels changed.” ⸻ My chest tightened. ⸻ “What does that mean?” ⸻ “These tunnels were built decades ago,” Elias explained quickly. “Some passages collapse. Others shift with the tide beneath the cliffs.” ⸻ “That’s convenient,” Damien muttered coldly. ⸻ Elias ignored him, scanning the pathways rapidly. ⸻ “The left tunnel floods at night.” “The center leads toward the old harbor.” “The right—” ⸻