Tunnels Novels & Stories

Finn POV I pulled myself away from Caterina and looked down at my hands in astonishment. My skin was… Iridescent. The same sheen that you find on fish scales. Suddenly I felt like I couldn’t breathe, the room feeling crushingly small, as though walls were closing in on me. Without hesitation, she grabbed me and hurled us both through the glass of the small window and into the depths below. As soon as we were submerged, my lungs felt full once again. I could breathe…. But how?

Walden said confidently. “Good to know,” I chuckled. “What brings you here?” "All ten tunnels are complete," he said, placing the updated map on the desk in front of me. "Every tunnel has been marked with its access points, depth, and load capacity. The map has been updated from the original blueprints to reflect the final construction. Any deviations from the original plan have been noted in the margins with explanations." “Wow… that’s impressive,” I said, leaning in as I reached for the map.

"If there is war at the border, Toby will be the first to die. My uncle will use him as a shield. I have to save him!" ​"There is only one way out of the Pit that the guards do not watch," Marda said, gesturing toward a narrow, jagged crack in the back of the cavern. "The Old Tunnels. They lead to the forest outside the Citadel. But they are haunted by the spirits of the Feral—those who lost their minds to the moon." ​"I don't care about ghosts," Elara cried, standing up on shaky legs. "I'll face anything to get to him."

"I probably deserved it." "Transport available," the Caretaker announced, and beneath them, the chamber floor shifted once more, revealing a vast network of illuminated rail tunnels stretching outward into darkness in every direction. Ancient magnetic trains sat waiting along the platform, sleek and untouched by decades of dust, hovering silently above rails that hummed with quiet, contained power. Vivienne stared at the tunnels in open astonishment. "These connect everywhere," she said, checking her tablet against the Ark's schematics. "Every Founder sanctuary. Every relocation house. An entire underground network, and Jonathan

Automated turrets I didn't even know existed hissed into position in the hallways above. ​"We’re staying here," he said, walking toward me. "The tunnels are compromised. We wait them out. We make them bleed for every inch of carpet they step on." ​ ​The power flickered. The main lights died, replaced by the low, haunting glow of the emergency strips along the floor. It turned the bunker into a world of shadows and deep, pulsing red.

Granted apparently, Liam tried in his own way, whether it was helpful or not is beside the point, I guess. Liam still seems upset, “Liam, I’m fine let's go.” I say taking his hand from my face and pulling him forward. He reluctantly lets me and starts following me, with our hands still intertwined. Once, we’re over that hump, I start thinking about what is at the other side of the tunnel. From what I remember, it’s just a car repair shop, maybe a few other run down businesses. Liam pulls me to a stop again, “It’s this way.” He smiles and points to his left. I take a closer look and see another smaller tunnel hidden over to the side. I look at him with wide eyes, “There’s more?” I ask, gettin

"Three hours and fifty minutes." "Not four hours," Elena said. "Not four hours," Silas confirmed. Marcus looked at the drainage tunnels. Four of them ran through the lower foundation ring, auxiliary systems from the First Void War construction designed for water management rather than people, wide enough for a wolf to move through carefully and tall enough to stand in if you didn't stand straight.

Rhett’s hand comes to my back instantly. “We’re almost there,” he says. “Where is ‘there’?” I demand but he doesn’t answer immediately and that terrifies me more. The tunnel slopes downward sharply before opening into something I never expected. I stop walking. The space is massive. Carved into the earth like an underground fortress. Stone pillars. Reinforced arches. Lanterns lining pathways. Separate chambers branching off like veins. Crates of supplies stacked in organized rows. Weapons are mounted along the walls. Wolves already gather in small groups, murmuring in shock and confusion..

He was waiting. Suddenly, the doors to the chamber burst open, and a young scout staggered in, breathless, eyes wide. “Alpha Mara… Dresden… you need to see this,” he gasped, pointing toward the northern corridors. “It’s the tunnels… someone’s moving through them… fast.” I exchanged a look with Dresden. The tunnels beneath the pack house were ancient, labyrinthine, and deadly. Few knew their paths, and even fewer dared to navigate them. Yet someone—someone bold, someone desperate—was moving through them now.

Kalen jumps down first, landing quietly, then gestures for me to follow. The tunnel is tight, barely wide enough for the both of us. The walls drip with moisture, every step echoing faintly. I can hear the distant sound of movement above us, soldiers running, alarms being called. Hayes is doing his part. “Keep low,” Kalen whispers. “These tunnels connect to the lower vault under the camp. No one uses them except his core scouts and me.”