Dark Dungeons Review Novels & Stories

said Kevin a little disappointed, and David sighed. "Have you ever played Dark Souls?" David left the sword in the anvil and crossed his arms. "Huh?" "Dark Souls." "Ah, I've only played the VR remake. It wasn't a good experience." Kevin shuddered a little, remembering the innumerable times he got stabbed, burned, slashed, crushed, etc. "Do you remember Sif? the big wolf with the sword?" "What do you- oh," he took a couple of seconds to realize what David meant, then he chuckled and nodded a couple of times. "Do it. I'll be in your debt."

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

The descent into Level Three of the Northern Shadows dungeons was a physical descent into paranoia. It was a place designed not for prisoners of war, but for traitors of the blood. The air was entirely devoid of moisture, preserving a mummified, suffocating silence that pressed against my eardrums. There were no flickering blue torches here. The only light came from the violent, glowing red runic wards etched into the obsidian walls, casting a bloody, subterranean hue over the steep, spiraling staircase.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

But I can’t seem to think of one person, they had ended up being unable to handle the place and surrendered or they just die. The dungeons in our pack, are in the worst conditions and in extreme darkness, I would not wish on anyone including my enemy, I am scared of the dark, that’s like the only real thing I can say I am scared off, well apart from the Lycan King whom nobody has ever truly seen before, a very old man with a big round belly he had been known with and who is always angry, and derives pleasure in killing slaves and making people suffer, so it has been said by people who have heard about him and served him “ Hmmff ! I will choose the dungeon ten times over “ I thought out loud

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

So as we continue getting closer to the front door, I take a big breath for courage. Once inside we quickly make our way down to a cellar type area. I guess you would have called it a dungeon back when this place was designed. We move along quickly but quietly and I would love to ask any question, but from how quietly we are moving, I have to assume there are bad guys about. I spend some time feeling around but I can’t reach far with my abilities. This place is very strange, I can definitely feel that. Finally we turn a corner and Nick holds up a hand to stop us. I see flames appear on Jake’s arms. Something must be nearby to make them act like that. Then the door to the dungeon flies open w

The sooner I got out of here, the better. The hallway took a turn to a bigger one and, eventually, to some stairs. The moss on the stairs quieted my steps but made the climb more treacherous. After I reached the third landing, I finally started to feel the gloom of the dungeon lift. The rotting smell turned into only a dirt and sulfur smell. After another three flights of stairs, the stairwell opened up into a large expanse. As I looked around, I decided I was in a castle, a real, old-time castle. And it looked like it hadn't been used in ages. The roof was missing in a few places where the stars in the night sky shone through.

He took the stick and the robe and got out of the dungeon. He stood outside and looked up at the bright ceiling. The place outside the dungeon was like a forest on the roof. Trees scattered around A river runs silently. There were crystals emitting light all over the place. "So much for the name Undead Sanctuary..." He muttered as he turned around and looked into the tunnel behind him. This was where it came from. To him, this was the same as a village or town Newbie . This place was really beautiful. No one would associate this place with the Undead if they didn't know his name. It's true that only six out of the twelve dungeons were undead but that wasn't the same for the dungeons below.

Lyra countered, sensing my fear. "The King is fighting a war he doesn't know exists yet," I said. "If we stay here, we're just waiting to be harvested. We need to cut the head off this snake." We left the server room, taking the service lift down to the lowest level. The air grew colder, smelling of damp stone and ozone. The dungeons weren't just cells; they were ancient, subterranean chambers designed to suppress even the strongest wolf. As we moved through the corridors, I felt the familiar pull of the mate-bond—not the one I had severed, but the residual echo of it. It was weak, decaying, and corrupted.