Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX * * The Dahome dungeon, which is situated below the earth, is a black, rotting hole; not even the slightest flicker of sunlight penetrates. The wet walls are slimy, covered in mould that breathes a sick, sour stench, and the chains hang from the ceilings like deadly vines. A sound— drips of water. No, not just it. Footsteps. The figure sprawled on the cold ground, whose very senses have been sharpened from being trapped in the dark for so long, can hear it.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Taking a deep breath, Draven stepped inside, the oppressive darkness swallowing him whole. The inside of Thana’s lair was a twisted labyrinth of tunnels and chambers, each one more disorienting than the last. The walls seemed to shift and move, leading those who ventured too far into endless loops of despair. But Draven knew the way—had memorized every turn, every hidden passage. He walked with purpose, his steps unfaltering as he descended deeper into the abyss.

For the first time since the nightmare began, they didn’t feel entirely alone. But the pounding on the main doors grew louder. And something massive — the infected former star quarterback, now twice the size of a normal man — was smashing its way through the reinforced glass atrium. Kael bared his fangs. “Underground. Now.” Damien nodded. “Stay close.” Serena gripped their arms. “Together.” As they descended the hidden stairs to the underground archives, the massive quarterback monster broke through the main doors. Behind it, an even worse sight — Professor Elara’s burned but reanimated form leading a horde of coven-infected witches, their corrupted magic crackling black and red.

He hesitated a moment longer, then exhaled through his nose and turned toward the heavy iron door set into the side of the building, keys already in hand. The dungeon was not a place I'd ever had reason to visit. Wild Bloomers reserved it for the worst of what the pack produced, traitors, deserters, men who'd sold secrets to rival territories or turned their teeth on their own during moments that mattered. The air changed the moment the door groaned open, thick and close, carrying the smell of old stone and something rotten underneath it, mildew and unwashed bodies and something else I didn't want to name. We descended narrow steps cut straight into rock, torches guttering low along the wall

…but at the same time, the cold waves emitting from this person felt like a cold bucket of ice-water drenching him in from head to toe, snapping him out of the sleepy daze almost instantly: A feeling as intense as this was one Alistair can only describe as the haunting presence of death that used to accompany his every step like a shadow, a faithful friend when he was forcefully taken and trapped to a place that can only be described as hell on earth. In short, it practically kicked his brain back to sobriety. Alistair wasn’t naïve nor was he an optimistic person; he had already been expecting for those fucking bloodsuckers to come for him when he managed to miraculously run for it, but he h

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

If they’d chosen the correct hallway, and Holland was really down here, Jo fully expected an onslaught of Vampires and Assassin Hunters to come pouring through the door, but as she moved to pull it open, the hall on the other side was empty. It was a hallway, though. With a ceiling and floor and walls--not a cave tunnel. There was a row of lights on either side of the hall, alternating every ten feet or so down a hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. “I can’t decide if we are running into Wonderland, Oz, or… Dante’s Inferno,” Zane said as they took another glance around the cavern before moving into the hallway. There were no other exits in the large room, at least, not that she could s

“A what? I haven’t got a clue.” “Imagine a patchwork of flesh from living supernatural creatures mixed into a disgusting mass. They’re created by rogue mages or even liches for fighting on the battlefield. There’s no way to explain them to someone not with our knowledge. Imploding them is better than leaving the mess behind. You try explaining it to the mundane authorities. If you know anything about the game, Dungeons and Dragons. They’re influenced a lot by the image of these creatures. The best description I can give you a mad scientist put together leftover bits and pieces from other test subjects. Placed tentacles and eyeballs. Too many claws and teeth. Often their teeth and claws deliv

The doors to the heaven close behind. And a name gets engraved on it. Joining the list of other gods of heaven. Entry no 777 Death Wolf/ Thaneos - The god of Death. .............. The End.................