Danmachi Dungeon Novels & Stories

Damian dove forward, rolling, narrowly avoiding a crackling wave of electricity that incinerated the metal floor behind him. Mia hacked into the drones’ control circuits mid-battle, redirecting several against each other. Sparks flew, a shower of destruction illuminating the chamber. Cole grinned despite the chaos. “Best. Fight. Ever.” Damian’s jaw clenched. “Stay alive long enough to get to the core!” Into the Heart of the Machine With Mia clearing the immediate threat, Damian sprinted toward the Mother core. The room seemed alive, shifting subtly, pulsing, almost breathing around them. Julian’s voice echoed in Damian’s comms:

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit. — ۩ Each lap will contain different obstacles you must navigate — Lap 1: Doom of Spikes, Lap 2: The Gauntlet, Lap 3: Deadly Drop, Lap 4: Cliffhanger, Lap 5: Undertow, and lastly Lap 6: The Finish Line

[Gia’s POV] Damen’s words about moving in, danger, and something that might have followed us home keeps pulling and nagging in my mind. This is all so much to take in. Is nothing truly a myth or fairy tale? Dante is downstairs playing Blockcraft on the video game console with his bodyguard Jackson, those two are already starting to bond.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Carly walked into the bunker. "Hey, don't be impulsive," Damian said, looking at him going inside. He sighed and assigned different people a different location to look out for. He could not smell any other humans around there. "This could be a trap," Mitchel said. She may be stubborn when it comes to her pursuit of love, but she was a great warrior. It was dimly lit in the dungeon with no one inside apart from Mr. and Mrs. Mackenzie. They were very weak. They were tortured for the last few weeks.

One pulled at the latch of a flat-surfaced pane, dragging it up where inside laid a flight of stairs that led down into utter darkness. Damon nodded at them before descending into it, the sound of his feet hitting the concrete floor resounded in the air. His hand found the socket, its exact location etched in his brain already so his fingers simply found it and he pulled the small rope that connected to the light bulbs, lightening the dungeon. He could hear from the farther distance the mangled cries of the vampires that had been held there over the years, lacking a blood meal and fed nothing but plain dishes. They were starved, weak, and still so stubborn.

It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever come across in my long painful and boring life. “Wow.” Crystal breathed as we opened the private room on the same floor that overlooked a very giant play station, which was another floor deeper into the ground. Talk about a basement that had had a basement. Fomr what I was told, the Dungeon was 4 floors into the ground; and I couldn't begin to imagine the money that must have been used to construct all of that opulence. There were about 6 private rooms (which looked more like VIP booths considering that they just had three walls, and a railing towering over the stage.) on this floor and others that went further deeper into the ground.

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I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.