Adventure Time Dad's Dungeon Novels & Stories

I entered the lounge where the front desk was and dad was sitting there with a newspaper in his hand. I can never understand why he likes old media. I stood in front of him and he peered over his papers. He folded the paper neatly and tucked it underneath his arm. “Are you done with work? I can wait.” Dad stated. “I asked for a half day. I get it a lot because Azrael’s my author.” “Wonderful. Let’s go.” Dad grabbed his hat and put it on. He stood up and offered his arm. “Go where?” Dad smiled. “Go on a date with dear old daddy.”

Of all the childhood stories, Dad, really? Mom chuckles, passing the potato bowl. ”Oh, she did! She was utterly convinced she was going to marry a wolf prince.” And my dad is clearly on a roll now. The terrifying, silent investigator has officially transformed into a repository of my deepest childhood traumas. ”Oh, the howling was just the tip of the iceberg!” Dad continues, his voice deadpan but his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. He looks directly at Aiden, who is sitting as still as a statue, holding his breath.

I sighed and immediately shifted back into my human form and put on the shorts. Dad also did the same thing. “Shift, Onyx.” Mom commanded unconscious Onyx, using his luna command. To my surprise, Onyx shifted back. This was unexpected for all of us except my father, who had no change in expression. But Rodney and others also widened their eyes in surprise. “Take him to the special dungeon and take care of him. He is not allowed to come out of there for the next five months.” Dad commanded Rodney calmly, and then both my parents looked in my direction.

I rammed a foot into his knee, the bone cracking and breaking out on the other side. “Ahh!!” he screamed, I punched his face in, immediately, tossing him hard against the ground. The two other guards scampered away on all fours, begging me not to hurt them. That was not an option anymore. I was already seeing blood and I wanted to literally kill them all. Father once told me that the real reason he built the dungeon is to get rid of time really nasty messes he made down there. I grinned mischievously. Remembering that eased my heart at least I will have a place to hide the mess I was about to make. The guards saw the blood thirsty the blood the blood thirsty look in eyes and knew their lives

"You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?" I stepped forward, slow and silent, like something already gone. Blood slid down my legs, thick and warm, leaving smeared footprints behind—little bits of what used to be. I stopped inches from him. My voice? Empty. "Even his dad wouldn't claim him. So tell me—who was actually waiting for him?" Quentin's lips tightened, but his eyes gave him up. Full of fear. Shaky. Shattered. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. He had nothing.

,was her reply and I started to laugh I don't know why but it felt good and I needed it. "we are all due at the same time I bet",I giggled as the girls smiled and looked relieved at least we had that going for us. Adam continued pushing her wheelchair as I smiled up at the warrior pushing me. He was sweet and kept pushing. A noise had the men taking positions in front and behind us as we heard commotion in the tunnel. "let me go where is my Mel",my dad I gasped my hands covering my mouth. Tears filled my eyes as I looked ahead seeing my dad stagger down the tunnel. He was unsteady but awake and trying to find me by my scent.

“You’re sleeping in the dungeon tonight. You need to cool off. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” “What the hell dad? The guy was hurting Leia.” I replied. “I said, we will talk about it TOMORROW.” Dad’s voice rang. He was really pissed and it reminded me of when he killed that hunter. The look in his eyes showed that he meant it and I knew better than to disobey him now. Two guards walked me to the dungeon and brought me to one of the cells. It wasn’t like the dungeons in other packs. This was more like a prison, with a bed and toilet. We didn’t torture people down here either, dad stopped all that after meeting mom.

But I had cracked his veneer and a smirk escaped. "Choose, Demon Child." "Just make sure he doesn't get loose this time, okay?" Dad nodded once to me before turning to Mom. "We did well," he said. "We did," she smiled. Dad flickered and vanished. "Close the door behind your father, dear," Mom said. Right. The portal. Good idea. I sealed it up and turned just in time to scream at her to watch out. Too late. Cesard was already on her. ***

It was one of the things Mom loved about him, which I’d always found amusing considering her number one passion in life was baking. I knew that much like Zack; Dad had a love for all things fantasy. He was the one who taught Zack how to play Dungeons and Dragons, staying up till all hours assembling their next lair or newest realm. His eyes roamed the iridescent castle walls, peered out the glassless windows and memorized each unique door. Perhaps I was channeling my mate a bit when I answered with a question of my own. “In what sense?”

I managed to ask. "I was bored at home and besides I'm not meeting up with Cindy until 8, so I decided to use my free time to throw a visit". "Well you're unwanted here, so you can leave" I shouted at him. "That's not how you treat your guests Cindy" My dad said suddenly appearing at the door. "I don't want any distraction before the awakening dad" "You finally admit I'm a distraction huh" Daemon said acting all flirty with me in front of my dad, it was kind of hot.