Tunnels Novels & Stories

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—” ⸻

“Just not in front of this many people, and we need to debrief before details start getting lost.” I moved back to the table, sinking into my chair, and motioning everyone else to do the same. “Okay so, what has been happening? How are the tunnels?” “Some of the tunnels are blocked, but we will be able to get through. The tunnels that are still accessible are narrow, though, and not very tall either,” Julienne explained, the stress evident in her voice. “They’re tunnels designed to be travelled as a wolf,” Nathaniel added. “They were put in to make it easy to move b

KEILAH As we stepped into the cave, my breath caught in my throat. My mouth hung open in awe as I took in the sight before me. The cave was enormous, far larger than I could have imagined from the outside. It felt like an underground stadium, its sheer size making me feel small and insignificant. The walls stretched high above us, and the ceiling arched into a vast dome that seemed to go on forever.

Once fully shifted, they stepped into the shadows, into the unknown, their paws silent on the cold, damp earth of the tunnel's entrance. The tunnels were a maze, a twisting, turning labyrinth that could trap the unwary. Dark and foreboding, they were a challenge unto themselves, a network of underground passages that wound their way beneath the land. But they were prepared. Kane had led a training exercise through them just the year before, and the memory of that mission was fresh in their minds. They knew the way.

He stood now beside her as she knelt by the stones, having noticed her absence from him. "Yes, sir," she said, removing her hand. "I suppose you wonder how these work," he said, his eyes moving over to her. She nodded. "These tunnels are a labyrinth," Waverley explained with his usual kindness and etiquette. "They were built centuries ago by the City Architects as a means of safe passage for the Court Officers in times of trouble. Each passage is needed at some time but not at all times. Some have said that the tunnels move and rearrange themselves according to the needs of the officers. The same are those who cannot accept that

Halfway to the door, I stopped so abruptly that Sol nearly collided into my shoulder. The tunnels. Maxwell had escaped through the underground tunnel network beneath the Academy. The same tunnels that connected supply routes. The same tunnels that ran beneath the Imperial Tower. “They’ve already passed the barricade,” I said, my voice going cold. Sol turned sharply. “What?” “The tunnels. Maxwell used them before. If the Eclipse mapped them, the barricade doesn’t matter.” Marcus swore under his breath. Bruno’s golden eyes darkened. “Those routes were sealed.” “Sealed

"The deep-strain vents we used to climb out onto the northern plains are connected to a secondary fault line. It bypasses the harbor entirely, opening into a deep-water fjord three leagues past the western breakers. If we move our light transport skiffs through the underground channels, we can bypass the tar fires entirely." Vance’s eyes narrowed as he leaned over the map, his scarred fingers tracing the path Dmitry had indicated. "The deep-strain rot in those tunnels is thick enough to choke a horse, Alpha. We barely got eighty warriors through those vents alive, and half of them are still sweating out the purple fever in the bastion infirmaries."

Inside the cave, a long, narrow cave tunnel stretched deep into darkness. The passage is carved through rough, jagged rock, with uneven walls that curve inward and overhead, forming a natural, almost claustrophobic corridor. The stone surfaces are damp and glistening, catching the light in subtle highlights. Along both sides of the tunnel, iron brackets are mounted at regular intervals. Each holding a flickering flame that cast a warm, orange glow against the cold, dark stone. The light dances across the walls, creating shifting shadows that make the tunnel feel alive and slightly unsettling. The ground is uneven and muddy, with shallow puddles reflecting the torchlight like scattered pools

I was sweating profusely like I had just finished digging a grave under the hot sun. "There is a freaking tunnel beneath this room!!" "Huh? What is a tunnel?" she asked, confused. I huffed, shocked that she could be asking such a question at this critical moment but I explained anyway because she had to know and I had to take her along with me since I was lying to her. "A tunnel is a pathway built under the ground most times where people or even cars can lass through depending on the size of the tunnel. "Oh my God! So you mean there is really a tunnel in this room where you can not even see anything but the fire??" She asked, her eyes widened on surprise and elation at the same time.

"I had to check all footages captured today, I was on it while I felt you tapping into the minlink" "Very well then, have you made progress on the tunnels I asked you about?" I ask and he nods, immediately I feel my mood lifted. "Go I'm, tell me what have you found" "I've found eight tunnels and two osage ways which lead directly to the streets. I'm afraid these tunnels and underground passageways had been built long before you were born for a swim reason I'm unable to tell. I was about to tell you but then I felt it could rest till tomorrow so cw you needed to get sleep" he explains.