Danmachi Dungeon Novels & Stories

************************************************************************************************************* “Water...w*...w*ter! Please give me some w*ter!” Damien tries to stand on his feet grabbing the cold bars of a dungeon where he has been kept for who knows how long. There’s only darkness in here. A faint light of a fire torch is trying to make its way into his cell, fighting with the darkness. But it's as weak as Damien.

The guard went directly to us with a torch at hand. He bowed to the man beside me and then signaled the person beside the gate to open it. “Welcome home princess.” He said without looking at me. His tone seems not welcoming at all. Not like I want to be welcome in this place. I want to leave and not waste a single minute here. “This will never be my home.” I said with a tone of distaste. “Oh you’ll gonna love it here. Especially our dungeons.” He face me this time and gave me sinister look.

They arrived at the temple with a sizable crowd on their tail as they all came to join in on the excitement after all Eric and Genevieve had quite a renowned reputation as talented individuals in the kingdom. They entered the temple and the attendants received them after hearing their plight, they were taken to the main hall, after turning and twisting through so many entrances and hallways they arrived at a large hall, there were intricate but beautiful patterns on the walls which converged in a dome, the hall was devoid of anything safe for an elevated circular platform which served as the altar. The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many i

Anyone else who wanted to attack would have to contend with a steep climb up a treacherous mountain first, so there was no way anyone was going to be able to invade this particular stronghold. They walked past the guards who saluted Slate and into his home. The castle was made of large stone rocks of dark gray. Inside, sparse artwork hung on the walls, which were lit by a few lantern sconces from time to time, but for the most part, the interior was dark, the gray stones the most prominent feature of the hall we passed through to a den with a similar make up.

An amusement park over my survival. I clenched my fists and swallowed it. Minimum recharge was ten grand. Give it two days—Nolan would get dragged back in. Bianca leaned in, lowering her voice. "Today's level is the beam crossing. They say there are crocodiles, but it's fake. Just jump in and swim across. It's a courage test. We worked forever to find this." I knew the real play. There were real crocodiles. You tap the beam twice short, once long—then walk straight across.

“Then we go in together. No solo stunts. Not this time.” Dominique smirked faintly. “I’ll try not to run off and poke the beast alone.” They activated the link—a dark net portal Damien had acquired from a defunct dom network with rumors of dangerous undercurrents. The entrance was hidden behind an innocuous shell site: an online museum for antique dolls. Clicking a cracked porcelain face on the third shelf triggered a cascading page redirect and a black screen that read: Welcome to Marionette’s Mirror You’re the puppet now. Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded.

Sarah’s wrist unit sparks. Leo’s voice returns, too calm. “My clock is breaking.” The blue ghost channels on the wall flare open all at once. For a second, we see everything. Trust corridors. Residential cells. Nursery waste. Harvest floor. Finished line staging racks. Power stack throat. Director’s route from the mother chamber. Damian’s position on the opposite side of the core. Renn sees the mother chamber marker. Her residual fighters see it too. Damian says, “Do not go there yet.” Renn smiles.

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

But no, the dungeon was not moving. The monster was the dungeon! [Reached innermost part of the third floor] [Threat Level: Instant Death] {ICE GOLEM- DISASTER RANK}

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?