Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

The sound of metal scraping against the stone floor echoed off the damp walls, a shrill lament that seemed to embody the despair of everyone who had ever passed through there. Freya felt the impact before she even realized she had been dropped. The dungeon floor was icy, an unforgiving granite surface covered by a thin layer of slime and mold. The smell down here was different from the burning of Oakhaven; it wasn’t smoke, but the stagnant odor of wet earth, urine, and the rancid fear of centuries of suffering.

The smell hit me before I saw anything. Blood. Old blood mixed with something metallic and sharp. And something worse underneath. Something that made my stomach turn violently. Death. At the bottom of the stairs was a heavy metal door, rusted at the hinges. Dante pushed it open, and the smell intensified tenfold, making me gag and press my hand over my mouth. Inside was a cave carved from rock and nightmare. No, not a cave. A dungeon. A torture chamber. Rocky walls glistened with moisture and God knew what else. Dim lighting cast shadows that seemed to move on their own. And everywhere, everywhere, there were chains.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

It was a mistake on his part, so he checked the sound settings once again. The strange structure in the gargoyle dungeon puzzled Zen. Everyone took their usual positions without communication, so Zen held his tongue. If the theme for the first ten floors was fantasy, the next ten floors were the labyrinth and maze. It was crawling full of undead creatures and Halloween-themed monsters specialising in debuffs and curses. “It’s here,” Sasha declared, and the girls leapt to the air even before Zen could understand what was happening. He was too distracted by the piercing shriek in his ears until he heard the sound of… raining bones?

“I don’t want to go in there again.” “… It’s all because of you.” Dómr uttered as he pops a vein on his forehead. A Flare-Eater and a Hellhound… this combination burns up a lot of oxygen. “You almost died because of the lack of oxygen…?” I asked. “Not only that, this dungeon is dark and filled with lots of those things. Dómr and I had to bombard our way in with our ice magic.” “Seems like you had a hard time…” “Obviously. We have been killing thousands of those things non-stop for three hours.”

Cryptocurrency is used in all transactions within The association due to its anonymity. Azrael's work is done and the night is still deep. He knew the danger was not over for him until he had gone far beyond the place. He immediately left the area. Azrael's every move is so fast and precise that you would think of a cat because even when it falls, it makes no sound. He went through the high vent of the bar which had a tunnel to the 3rd floor of the building which was a closed office. There he spotted the backups called by the three bodyguards outside of the bar. Three black Montero arrived aboard the 18 men.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, walked out of the bathroom and went up to the window. The army of the dead was increasing and drawing power out of him. He felt more and more of the undead were emerging from their metal-bound coffins with every minute. More and more of the higher undead: draugrs, strzygas, blood-rakers, ghouls and other creatures of the Dark. Yes, they required a lot of magic. But one monster of this kind was worth a dozen, sometimes even a hundred ordinary zombies.

I found no trace of human life, no tracks, nothing. "Damn, four suns means four times the heat." "I recall studying in theory class that dungeons do not have an environmental system, but what am I seeing here?" Gerard yelled angrily as he cooled his skin with river water. "Yeah, dungeons usually have a framework that is based on the vegetation or monsters that live within." I made a comment. That's what we have been taught in class. "So, I'd heard there was a dungeon called Dimensional Dungeon that existed. This should be the case, I believe." Moritz elaborated.

The dungeon was very damp, with the sound of dripping water and the squeaking of mice. The air was filled with a dark and moist rotting smell. There were about a dozen rooms in the dungeon on the first floor, each of which was filled with all sorts of torture tools. There was still half of an arm or a corpse hanging from these instruments. The corpses had long rotted, and the corners were filled with skeletons. The rotten flesh had long been gnawed clean by the rats. "Tap... tap... tap..." The sound of footsteps echoed out. Chu Qi found the passageway and headed directly toward the third floor. It was the darkest floor, and the sound of the wind could be heard. It was as if the ghosts who ha