Danmachi Dungeon Novels & Stories

When I do, I can see that there are two coming our way. I look at Drake and hold up two fingers, pointing in the direction that the two are coming. He and I take off in the opposite direction. When we’re far enough away, I stop, turning to check behind us. “They must have some sort of alarm when someone passes through the barrier,” I say quietly. We double back toward the scent of magic and find an old castle. Drake’s creepy castle has nothing on this one. It has vines growing up the walls, and huge turrets with gargoyles on the top. It’s dark and dank looking, with torches burning in the front.

As soon as Damien reached the outskirts of the dungeon, he slowed down, his heightened senses on full alert. The thick, musty air hung around the dungeon, and the scent of damp stone and decay made his nostrils flare. He crouched low, careful not to disturb the silence, as his keen nose worked through the myriad of scents lingering in the air.

Seeming satisfied that Ammy was subdued for now, Damon pulled her out of the room. Damon half dragged Ammy through a dark hallway and up a set of winding stone stairs. Another heavy door waited for them at the top and Damon was forced to throw his whole weight against it to force it open. The rusted hinges complained, a loud screech making Damon curse. The room beyond was brightly lit, no shadows to hide the intimidating machines on the edges and Ammy gasped. There was no hiding the red, viscous liquid that coated the machines, blood, some dried and some fresh.

But as they moved deeper into the facility, the opposition intensified. --- Gunfire echoed through the narrow corridors as the team engaged in a brutal firefight. Damian moved like a man possessed, his focus unshakable as he cleared a path forward. Drake covered their rear, his sharp aim keeping the enemy at bay. “Damian,” Alex’s voice came through urgently. “You’re approaching the central chamber. Be careful—it’s bound to be heavily defended.” “Understood,” Damian said, his grip tightening on his weapon. The central chamber was a massive, circular room filled with towering servers and equipment. At the center stood a reinforced console, its screens flashing with lines of code.

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

Damon seems to know what to say and when to say it, making me feel appreciated. "You're being so nice to me!" I laugh. "I don't see why I should not be," "Tell me, are my friends still behind that door?" Damon glances at the door for a few seconds before turning to look back at me, his eyes piercing directly into my own. When there isn't a tint of yellow, they appear warm and homey. The brown, for some, might appear dull and dark but for me, they appear light and full of life. Maybe, it's by the way he is staring at me.

"Give me Agent Phil. Please let him know that Agent Sandro is calling." Anna was stunned to hear that, and she couldn't believe he still trusted anyone, much less Phil after the way he'd responded to Phil's involvement in the situation. She assumed that he was talking to Phil when he said "Sandro here" to the receiver. The Menchaca restaurant can be found in Padre, next to pier 39. He was trying to kill us all when he shot and killed a police officer. He stayed quiet for one minute as they drove up behind a queue of traffic that was stopped completely. "The storm has kept the local cops very busy," the author writes.

I didn’t notice that Uncle Rommel and Maddie are already gone. I saw Mom, I was about to step towards her, but she suddenly raised her palm at me. It was as if she was saying ‘stop’ “Go to your room now.” She muttered. I took a deep breath. I just went into the room and got dressed. I caught and touch my throat when I suddenly felt thirsty. I went out of the room and went to the kitchen. I saw Auntie Carmi, she’s Uncle Rommel’s wife. She’s cooking right now.

The mines that provided us with our most needed minerals had sat flush against the mountains of the Diarna, and had been the first places attacked and utterly decimated by the shades. "I didn't know they were that hard to come by out there," he said, stopping outside a red curtain. This whole wing had red curtains for doors. "You mean you guys don't have a shortage?" He shook his head. "We have a small mine at one of our other nests. The toxicity keeps the population small, but they get the job done. Aaron, you in?" "Burney? What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay -"

He wanted them to know he had arrived and would bring wrath upon this place. “Damon, Cara is inside the room called an oubliette.” Just on cue, his twin brother informed him through the com-device. Damon didn’t respond to Davien as he slid the card into the small box panel of an electronic lock. The red LED light flashed green, and the metal gate responded with a low reverberating hum before the mechanical gears inside whirred and slid open.