Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide. old man:- that not happen in greed but whenever dungeon appears it comes with the epidemic, which kills that many people and this dungeon rise 200 years ago and until now many people try but they failed to capture it, some people like you trying to capture the dungeon for a selfish and greedy reason and play the price with their life. ariel:- don't look at me my reason is not selfish at all it might be arrogant or foolish but it can never be selfish. old man:- okay now listen, I don't know about way but I know it is somewhere at a desert place called mati.

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.

she asked. Jack nodded and wiped his hands on his thighs before picking his controller up. “Yep.” Dianna started the game and watched as Jack directed his character to enter the dungeon. The dungeon was actually a cave, and in the game, the players enter the cave to take shelter from a storm. Unfortunately, the cave isn’t empty and they stumble upon Eror, a half-serpent, half-woman monster, and her young. Jack lasted forty-five seconds before Eror bit his head off.

She was unconscious. Oh, my world. I never thought Adriana could be this malevolent. She had gotten Theda unconscious and brought her to this room. The vault - 'Souls Dungeon' is a chilling and foreboding vault, tucked away at the rear of the room. Despite its relatively small size, measuring nearly half the dimensions of the room, its ominous presence casts a dark shadow over the entire room. Just as the name implies, it is a place where the essence of life and vitality is mercilessly drained away, leaving behind only emptiness and desolation.

It was as if the very walls of the dungeon were soaked in the tears of the tormented souls that inhabited it. With the surroundings shrouded in an ominous gloom, I relied on Lena's keen vision to pierce through the shadows. The dungeon stretched before me, a labyrinth of grimy walls and murky passageways, each corner cloaked in an unsettling stillness broken only by the mournful wails that echoed through the air.

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

“Take her to my dungeon. The cold pit. Lock her where the dead fear to go.” The warriors saluted and dragged her away, her mangled form screaming silent sobs. That dungeon was legendary—submerged in icy water that numbed the limbs and pierced the bones, with a slow-turning wheel of jagged wooden spikes that tore into flesh with every movement. No one survived that place sane. Watching them go, Damian exhaled deeply, then turned to Lucian who was now standing beside him, sword still in hand. “Gather the elders,” he said coldly. “Ten minutes. I want this over with.”

I go give her a poke in the ribs, she smiles. “Come on, let's see what we can find out?” I tell her, she nods and pulls me into the dungeon. Corbin followed on with Saint and Bel. The dungeon is dark until Denu flicks the lanterns on. The room where they had detained the first zombie-wolf is brightly lit. The hissing and snarling can be heard from the entrance. On instinct Corbin tries to pull me behind him but Saint grabs his hand. He leans in to whisper to my mate.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

“How are June and the kids?” “June’s great, the kids are terrorists,” he said and I laughed. “I worry about you, Jericho.” “I’m fine.” Jack nodded and then made his way to the barn where his men would dismember the bodies and transport them away. I went into the laundry room and got a bucket and cleaning supplies. I went down to the basement first and started cleaning the floor where I had killed Andrew and the other man, washing away their blood. There could be nothing to see when Charlotte woke up.