Adventure Time Dad's Dungeon Novels & Stories

Not that I was going to tell him. ‘Marley. Niv and I got our target, but we got caught before we could get out of there. We’ve just reached the dungeon. We’re going to try and bar the door; we’ll hopefully have time to ask Parker some questions before they breach it.’ ‘Dad, I’m coming!’ I mindlinked my father back. ‘You stay put and follow Ford’s orders, Mar.Don’t do anything reckless.’ Dad warned me. Ford isn’t even here yet!

“This isn’t the end, Evelyn. Tomorrow will be a new day and trust me, I will turn your life into Hell. You will regret marrying Zuriel every single day.” She kept yelling in the background, Max held my hand and literally dragged me out of that torture place. As soon as we sat in Max’s car, he spoke. “This dungeon is exclusive for rogue wolves, Luna. Your father isn’t imprisoned in this building.” I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you so much, Max.” After this confirmation, I asked him. “Do you know where is my dad? Like, in which prison?” As this question came out of my mouth in a flow, I realized my mistake shortly after that. Max’s extended nails were dug into the ste

I teased, a chuckle escaping me as I turned around to him and slid my hands around his neck, "I'll have to go back to America, remember?" He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb brushing against my cheek as his eyes locked on mine. "I won't let you go." I smiled, leaning in to nuzzle his nose. His scent—earthy and comforting, uniquely his—wrapped around me. He was too good to be true, yet here he was. Real. Mine. "Dad's given us a strict timeline, Jacob." "I'll beat him up," he deadpanned, earning a laugh from me.

It was late at night, and getting caught sneaking home together is something we both don’t want. But what can we do when Dad has become Sherlock Holmes? “Where have you two been?” I pause when he growls from the darkness of the noiseless living room. Well, not too noiseless, for my scared heart has just jerked to the wall of my chest and keeps knocking, searching for an exit. “Out, with some friends,” Caden answers Dad boldly, even though there’s something in his complexion that seems unpredictable. Dad doesn’t say anything. Instead, he stands from the chair and advances toward us.

Officer Curtis replies just as the front door is slammed open. "Amber," my dad yells as he jogs into the living room, looking around frantically for me. I wiggle out of Kenneth's arms and meet dad halfway. He sighs as he wraps me up in a tight hug. "Oh baby girl, I was so scared. I swear he won't get you again," dad whispers, and my eyebrows pull together as the hair on my arms raises. Does dad know who took me? Does he know that people can morph into massive hairy beasts with long claws and even longer teeth? Does he know there are men and women who aren't human?

Adam sneered “Dream on…I can’t wait to tell the world that I picked you up from the garbage bin a few miles away from home.” “Did you really?” Darcy made an expression that read he believed it before turning to Elizabeth “Mom, I hate to tell you this…. but Dad cheated on you….” He continued with a sad expression “How else could he pick me who looks exactly like him from the garbage bin?” The thing younger Darcy loved to do was pull his dad’s whiskers. He was a cub that did not fear death. Everyone was lost in thought… even Adam forgot to react. The shadow guard behind Adam had an undetectable smirk as though he was gloating.

“Damon’s out there, sniffing for you. You think he’s gonna wait for you to figure it out? You slip up, you’re done. Or you’re his.” My chest tightens, the wolf growling, hating his tone. “I’m not slipping up,” I say, but it’s a lie. My hands are shaking, and I feel my claws pushing, sharp under my skin. “Maybe I’d do better if you told me something useful—like what’s in that room, or what the artifact does, or why I keep hearing this damn voice in my head.” Dad’s jaw clenches, and I brace for him to yell. Instead, he turns to Brad. “Get the chain.”

“He’s free. The underworld’s heart just found a host.” Dad looked at her grimly. “Then we find a way to rip it out before it consumes everything.” I swallowed hard. “How? He just killed a god like he was nothing. Caelum didn’t even last five minutes.” “We’ll think of something,” Dad said, though his voice didn’t sound convinced.

My fingers were still sticky with the evidence of my impatience, and I could feel my cheeks flush at the thought of either one of them walking in on me like this. I tied my robe hastily, not caring how disheveled I looked. My mind raced with possibilities—Adrien’s smirk, his sharp eyes trailing down my body, or Aries’ brooding presence as he took over the room without saying a word. But when I yanked the door open, the air felt like it had been sucked out of my lungs. “Dad?” He stood there with a practiced smile, his dark suit crisp and his hair slicked back like he was fresh from some corporate meeting. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. My father? Here? After all these months?

Promises of hell and earth shattering orgasms. I’m at my therapy appointment. Mom and dad finally blackmailed me into booking a session. It’s dreadfully boring. My therapist makes me talk in circles and before you know it, my hour is up. She’s kind enough to let me sit in the storage room that adjoin her office, while I wait for my parents to come pick me up. It is while I’m waiting in said storage room that I fall asleep. ***