Tunnels Novels & Stories

he reluctantly replied. Just inside, the tunnel was narrow and compacted. The three of them inched their way through the darkness, shining their lights around as they went. In seconds, however, the tunnel began to open and become more spacious. They could now stand up straight and were able to take a better look around. The only other source of light came faintly from the way they entered. Alex guessed it must have been an air duct rather than an entrance. But who could tell? These mines must have been abandoned for many years.

“I didn’t want say anything, but I’ve always wondered how such a tiny little town came to have a church that was so big and . . . and . . . ” “Ornate?” “Well . . . yeah. I mean I’m not trying to be funny or anything. I’m just, y’know, curious.” “That’s quite alright, you’re not the first to have wondered about this. I like you, Jim, so I’ll let you in on a little secret. Did you know there’s a whole network of tunnels running under St Leonard’s?” “No, is that like a war effort thing or something?” “No, these tunnels are much older than any war effort, millennia older.”

He nodded slightly and decided to gamble. Once inside, they walked for a good ten minutes until they reached a large clearing. The ground was covered with long metal square pipes that stretched in all directions. Dozens of tunnels started here and continued far into the bowels of the earth, with metal pipes on the ground that followed them. In the middle of the clearing the pipes intersected and ended on a large round platform.

sneered Derick sarcastically with a small chuckle as a closing sentence. The silver-haired man sped off, leaving his brother and sister behind. Irina, Damien and Lucien were still reluctant to leave the battlefield where because of their actions, the land and trees around it were uprooted. Several large tree trunks fell on the ground, some went into several gaping holes in the ground. It's really not an interesting sight to behold. The pine and spruce forests have been partially transformed, at some point, into fields with gaping cracks in the ground.

"Small group. Good. The tunnels aren't built for armies." "How long to reach the cells?" I ask. "Twenty minutes if we move carefully. Less if we're lucky and don't encounter patrols." He produces a flashlight. "Stay close. The tunnel system is a maze. People have gotten lost down there and never found their way out." "Comforting," Zara mutters. Sebastian leads us inside through a door that shouldn't open but does. The interior is gutted, just concrete and rust. He moves to what looks like a solid wall and presses something. A section swings inward, revealing stairs descending into darkness.

“Three choke points, all easily collapsed if she sniffs us. We send too many bodies in. We’re just giving her more to bury.” “That’s why we don’t send many,” Lys said. “We send a small team with the right skills. Siren, hacker, demolition. In, blow her backups out before the air quality becomes a suggestion.” Jace frowned. “And how set are we that this isn’t a one‑way trip?” he asked. “Those tunnels look like they were designed by someone who hates oxygen.” “They were,” Aria said. *Automated vents, auto‑sealing bulkheads, gun nests that don’t need humans. This place is halfway to hell already, with better Wi‑Fi.*

The light throws shadows across carvings older than the pack itself, wolves chasing the moon, eyes made of worn silver. Every story I ever heard about these tunnels said they were haunted. Maybe they are. But tonight the ghosts are kinder than the living. Somewhere above, the fighting changes pitch. A heavy boom shakes dust from the ceiling. The twins whimper, and I press my lips to their hair. “It’s all right, moonlings. Just a storm. Just thunder.” We reach the first fork three tunnels leading in different directions. Ruhn said north. North wall. I turn left, trusting instinct. The tunnel narrows until my shoulder brushes the

"A protracted, multi-angled assault will simply allow Callum's last strength to repeatedly break our own. I so suggest that we focus all lethality along a single, unavoidable vector." I raised an eyebrow, fascinated despite myself at her suggested ending the game. How extremely similar she is to search for the most brutally direct answer among a sea of many choices. "Continue..." "My study of the aerial images and thermal scans flagged a series of secondary access tunnels," she said in a hushed, agitated tone. "each is small, cramped, generally unguarded due to their unimportance - nothing more than maintenance routes and auxiliary supply lines."

I keep mine crossed. "As I said, these tunnels were abandoned. But now Kaiden and I suspect that it has been in use. Certain tunnels lead to different rooms in Kyklos, we are here to discover the exact room being frequented." I let my arms fall to my sides, "Is there a way to identify those tunnels or are we just hoping to stumble into them?" He turns around and starts walking away. I flip him off and follow behind. "There are marks carved into the entrance of those tunnels," he says. I grimace as I observe the grimy walls, knowing that we'd have to brush away the m

“But where the hell are we?” Sasha glanced around, her eyes adjusting to the faint glow of moss-covered walls. They were in a cavern of some kind, the air damp and cold. The faint sound of rushing water echoed through the space, but there was no clear sign of an exit. “This has to be part of the tunnels Marcus mentioned,” Alex said, his voice uneasy. “But it doesn’t look like anyone’s been down here in years.” Marcus stepped forward, his sharp eyes scanning the cavern. “These tunnels were used as escape routes during the old wars between packs. They’re dangerous—full of traps and dead ends—but they’ll lead us out if we’re carefu