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33. Into the Dungeon’s Maw

Author: Ramish
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-15 23:44:33

The air shifted the deeper we went.

Above us, the Draven estate had been all velvet shadows and gilded cruelty, a home where wealth sat beside rot, as if decadence itself had learned to decay. But the dungeon beneath… it was older. Much older. This was no polished prison built for noble traitors. It was a crypt carved into the bones of the earth, meant for things that should never have walked the same ground as men.

The stone walls bled damp. Rusted iron doors sagged on hinges, most cells yawning open like broken jaws. What little remained inside were scraps of forgotten horrors — heaps of straw black with mold, manacles welded to the walls by corrosion, and worse… bodies. Or what was left of them. Some were only piles of bones curled into fetal shapes. Others still clung to shreds of flesh, leathery and shriveled, as if their suffering had stretched them into effigies of death.

I kept close to Kael. My steps faltered at each corpse, each sound of dripping water echoing too loud in th
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    The farmhouse was silent.Rhea pressed her back against the cold stone wall, every nerve in her body trembling. She had watched the guards for days, memorizing their steps, their lazy voices, their carelessness. And finally—tonight—there was a gap.Her chance.She slipped through the door, bare feet brushing against the rough wooden floor. The air outside hit her skin, sharp and fresh compared to the stale stink of the farmhouse. For a moment she just breathed it in—freedom.Then she ran.Her legs carried her faster than she thought they could, dress whipping around her knees, hair flying wild. The trees stretched tall above her, leaves whispering as if urging her forward. She leapt across roots, stumbled through thorns, scraped her palms on branches—but she didn’t stop.Every step pushed her closer to Ashwood.Closer to Kael.The thought lit a fire inside her chest. Her heart hammered, her breath burned, but she kept going. The taste of freedom was almost real—she could see rooftops

  • Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline    43. The Hollow Threat

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  • Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline    41. Chains and Faith

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  • Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline    40. The Hunt

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  • Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline    39. Ashwood’s Veins

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