Dark Dungeons Review Novels & Stories

During the cold, the girl let out a loud cry, and I held her tightly against my chest. “Take them,” I barked. “Now.” We vanished into the night. Old blood and new ambition emanated from the underground temple. Hundreds of the Death Pack, which were full of cursed wolves with unnaturally bright eyes and covered in darkness, had Dante waiting at the altar. He resembled a shadowy king, sweating on his hair and having veins that were black from the dark beer he had consumed at this time. He expressed his gleeful approval, saying "You did it." “Don't act surprised.”

Ding-dong! “Welcome, players, to the dungeon. Nightmare Entanglement. Dungeon Objective. Survive for 3 days. Dungeon Difficulty: SSS-level. Wish you all the best!” So I had never been a player. I had been an unawakened dungeon boss. Jack still lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly. He clearly had not died yet. I lifted my foot and crushed his head with one stomp. Because the dungeon had triggered, the players who had entered the game with me would have to restart from the beginning.

I thought I was the only person here, and I had no idea when he approached me. The lights came on, and I closed my eyes hurriedly from the intensity. I wonder how long I have been sitting in darkness. I finally waited for my eyes to adjust to my new reality and slowly opened my eyes. I took a proper look at where I was; it was the dark dungeons—the nerve of that man to throw me into the dark dungeon in my pack. Uncle Callum stood at the other side of the dungeon; he couldn’t come close because the door was coated in pure silver. This dungeon houses the worst of criminals, not people who don’t want to be mated to monsters.

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

Because it’s pretend. Dungeons in games are designed in the players’ favour. The DM wants you to win. Dungeons in real life are not. The DM wants you to die. And you never get any loot. I should have had a magic ring for every finger and one for my cock the number of times I’d escaped death. Pro-tip: always roll need on a magic cock ring.

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.

I gave a signal to my Beta. As she was dragged out, her screams echoed through the entire building. “Rylan! You’ll regret this! She’ll never forgive you!” Three days later. The Shadow Dungeons, deep in the Black Forest. This was where the Blackrock pack imprisoned its worst criminals. It hadn’t been used in centuries. The dungeon was buried deep underground, its walls made of special silver-laced stone that could completely suppress a wolf’s powers. I walked down the slippery stone steps, my footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Jon found that he was suddenly dehydrated. “The game,” he croaked. “What an ornery cuss. Fine, the game,” he sparked another smoke, the same peppermint curl flowed from it. “Certain parties weren’t satisfied with the will-they won’t-they outcome of these rites and tried to come up with a way to standardize it. Dark Dungeons. An elegant and versatile system, which can be altered to fit the needs of the players, yet structured enough to force all minds down the same rabbit hole.” “And it even works when the people playing have no idea what it’s all about,” said Jon.

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

"Now, it's time to pay a beast a visit." ~~ In the dungeon, the air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay. The guards stood like statues, their faces expressionless as they surrounded the area. Dominic walked inside, the soft rustle of his clothes echoing off the cold stone walls. The flickering candle lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the space feel even more scary. As he made his way deeper into the dungeon, the atmosphere grew heavier, weighed down by the secrets that lingered in every corner. This was the darker side of the Crimson pack mansion, a place where those deemed unworthy or uncooperative were sent to be punished.