Tunnels Novels & Stories

While thinking of a way to draw out John, Lenato called his attention and asked him to reflect on the constructed sewers and how John and William quickly destroyed half of them. “It was a necessary step to ensure our victory!” Rolfe reminded his father of the reason for each tunnel they expanded and formed into the sewer. The south was to aid him on their first challenge. The northern tunnel functioned as a station along the Capital’s fortress, and if ever the King challenges Rolfe’s ascension to the throne, Pentalium could easily destroy their foes. The eastern tunnel is for travelling across the many neighborhoods of the Capital where they kidnapped many of the nobles’ families. And most i

Trent barks, slamming the door. ********

He glanced toward me, his eyes still bright with rage, but the bond hummed between us, anchoring him. Thorne pushed pieces of debris aside with steady, practiced movements. “This tunnel system is old,” he said, peering into a deeper cavern behind the collapsed wall. “Older than our pack, older than the battle lines. There are routes here no one has used for decades.” Kael straightened. “Routes who would know?”

The moment it opened, the zombies inside poured out, snarling and howling as they charged toward the scent of living humans in the tunnel. In less than ten minutes, zombie corpses were piled high in front of the train. Only after clearing them out did Hayley finally move deeper into the tunnel without holding back. According to the map, the tunnel ran beneath the amusement park. The closest point to the underground shelter was just over 330 feet away. Hayley stopped at that point and stared at the concrete outer wall, once again deep in thought. Subway tunnels were almost always dug with tunnel boring machines, then reinforced with injected slurry that hardene

" More gunshots. Closer. Men shouting behind us. "Stop! Don 't move!" "Keep running!" Elena fired backward. Not aiming. Just suppressing. A door. She shoved it open. We stumbled through. "Down. There ' s stairs. Twelve of them. I'll guide you. " She pulled me forward. I felt each step with my feet. Nearly fell twice. Derrick' s chair bumped down behind us. Each impact jarring. "We ' re in the tunnels now, " Elena said. district. " "Old service tunnels. They run under the whole

"Originally for burials but later expanded by resistance fighters during the war. There are supplies down here, canned food and water, blankets. Enough for several days if you need it." "Several days won't be enough." Damien's hand stayed tight around mine as we followed the light deeper into the tunnels. "My father won't give up after a few days. He'll station men around the church, watch every exit, wait us out." "Then we use the tunnels to move through town." Marco stopped at an intersection where three passages branched off into darkness. "These connect to several buildings throughout Bellmare. The old library, the bakery on

“So were looking in the wrong place. Well then, where should we look? I mean, there's only the gate.” “That’s where you're wrong. Have you forgotten the tunnels?” Tunnels? “Those things? They're old and rusty and dark. I doubt anyone would want to go through them. They've not been used in a very long time and not a lot of people know about them.” She snapped her fingers. “Aha! That's the point. Tell me, who are the people who know about them?” I thought long and hard, hoping not to miss anyone out. Even Kaya didn't know about them.

My steps were quiet as I ventured deeper into the cool embrace of the tunnels, the echo of my footsteps a constant reminder of the possible dangers ahead. The tunnels were a refuge, a secretive network that whispered tales of long-forgotten secrets. I navigated through the shadows, an innate guide leading me further into the depths. My gut twisted with hesitation, but I could not ignore the growing vibration in the air, a song of urgency beckoning me. Just as I considered turning back, a sound floated through the darkness, hushed but unmistakable. The distant clang of metal, a rhythmic symphony that drew me towards it despite ev

The tunnel's sleek, metallic structure gleamed under the laboratory lights, reflecting the cutting-edge technology within. Gloria stepped forward, guiding the visitors' attention to the tunnel. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our wind tunnel section, where we simulate and analyse the aerodynamic performance of our aircraft models. The data gathered here is vital for enhancing fuel efficiency and reducing drag, which are key components of our sustainability initiatives."

Mina pointed out, and I nodded reluctantly. Without wasting too much time, we continued forward. “I heard that this tunnel is normally used for escape, secret smuggling and silent war.” Mina said. “Well, it looks like it.” After what seems like forever of passing through the grim and worn out path of the tunnel, we finally arrived at another corridor. “We are here, the entrance is close by.” Mina pointed out. “The main corridor should be right around the corner, we…" Then, she trailed off, her gaze fixated ahead, and my bad skipped a bit.