Dark Dungeons Review Novels & Stories

Fera smiles, “Time to retrieve your handmaiden.” The dungeons are a dark place that give me the creeps. They’re large and eerie with only fire lamps to guide us, which cast long shadows over the musty smelling place. The entrances of the cells are signified by arches but even with my eyes, I can’t see the end to them. They look like never ending pits. “This way,” Fera murmurs and I follow her. “Are you sure we can do this?” I trail after her. “Won’t Damien hurt you?”

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

In my hands, only a pile of clothing remained. Riel Elhiem As such, this is who I'll be during my stay in the outer world. 8 hours ago. Duskfell finally opened its gates to the people following the coup under a new city leader. Three days of being stuck in a dysfunctional village inn near the city were both exhausting and boring. It is at times like these when I miss the action and battle of the dungeon, it is quite funny how humans can be. When I was in the dungeon all I wanted was to get a good night's sleep and now that all I have to do is sleep for 3 days, I'm not thrilled.

I had no one to stand beside me and support me. I was alone in my plight. “Hey, Ciril.” I heard a gentle voice now and I roamed my gaze through the surrounding darkness, trying to check for who had called me. I panicked. The Dungeon was synonymous with a hallway except that it had cell blocks on each side while its only source of light were the lamp lights that were broadly spaced out on the walls where they were hung. The Dungeon's most outstanding feature was that it was very hot since it was underground. I roamed my gaze through the darkness until I saw a face. I trembled away from the metal cage.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

He added, and my confusion just tripled. “What is going on? What is the dungeon he is talking about.” I whispered to Mira, who I knew could come to my aid. “The dungeon is the last place anyone ever wants to be. It's a very dark place where you get little to no food for the period you're left in there.” Mira explained gently. My jaw dropped. “Is it that bad?” “Yes, really bad. In fact, anyone who gets thrown there comes out worse than they went in. They'll be traumatized and scarred for life, and that's even if they ever come out alive.” She continued, and I stood there speechless, my mind wandering off again.

The dungeon smelled like dank, putrid air when the sweaty bodies were locked together for years and years. I hissed in irritation as we went down the stairs. "It smells like dead bodies in here. Is your brother still alive?" my dragon said with a dark frown. "Of course, he is alive." "What the hell is this smell?" I gave Tymeria a scornful look, and she daintily shrugged as we walked further into the dungeon. I had an intense urge to puke as we went deeper into the dungeon. The small cave like structure opened into a large, dark hallway. The floors were made of unpolished rocks and it was seriously cold in here. A small flickering white light blinked on and off. The whole place was creepy as

But this sure is some next-level bullshit. ‘Well, at least, he’s doting on you now’. Ares jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, but to no avail. As if it isn’t bad enough that my own father is dragging me, he is literally dragging me to my doom. The dungeons are a nightmare. I don’t know what they are like, and I don’t know what they do to people down there. But I do know that the only people who have ever gone down there have either not emerged at all anymore, or came back a shell of their former selves.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.