Dark Dungeons Review Novels & Stories

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

Whispers in the Dark The dungeon of Blood Moon Pack was carved deep into the earth, damp stone walls slick with condensation, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. Torches burned low in iron sconces, their flames guttering with every shift of stale air. It wasn’t a place meant for comfort—it was meant to break spirits, to remind prisoners that even the ground itself pressed against them.

"If I go down... promise me you'll step in. Show mercy. Keep the pact alive." Shane nodded. Jake drank another mouthful. "Good." The two stood in shadow, plotting outside the line of honor. Dawn approached with the promise of steel and blood. And Alpha Jake would not let anyone-including his own honor-stand between him and his mate. Because love, revenge, and desperation... thrive in the darkness.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

He heard he was back but nothing beats said concerning Vasperia which made him confused. He asked the guards for Raze who directed him to the Dark dungeon that's located far away from the pack mansion. He wondered why Raze was in the dungeon of all images instead of being in his room and flipping through files as usual. He entered a dark rocky place that looked like a tunnel. His wolf perked out ok disgust at the scent of blood and he knew Raze had gotten his hands busy. He walked further, ignoring the pungent smell, he hated the smell of blood and wondered how vampires feed from such. The sight that greeted him was enough to make him puke as he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing befo

The intoxicating scent of butterscotch and smokey hazelnut assaults my senses. “Be still my dark princess. You are safe now. I am going to get you out of here. Take the girls to the human hospital and then burn this place to the fucking ground.” a rough velvety voice growled. I know I should be trying to get away, but something within me tells me that this is where I need to be. I press myself closer to him trying to gather all his warmth as darkness surrounds me.

Every tear my mother shed, every drop of blood spilled because of him—I will repay in agony. And so, I do what I should have done long ago. I challenge him. In a few minutes, we will fight. And this time, I will end it. *** Elsewhere, under the cover of darkness, Ryker stands tall, exuding an aura of dominance that warps the very space around him. Shadows stretch unnaturally at his feet, as if the darkness itself bows to him.

I was done arguing and wasting my time on nuisance like him so If they wanted him in, then so be it but I wasn’t going to let him breathe easily. Tonight was the Ritual Game. It was set in the thick gory woods where dark nightmares came to feast and it's a place where the air reeked of rotten leaves and where the trees swayed like silent witnesses to the sins that was committed beneath their branches. It was a rollercoaster of fear, blood, and pain, one of my favorite things.

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.