Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

My senses are dulled and my eyes refuse to pick signals sent by my brain. I try again and again till I feel like I am slowly getting a hold of my body. I feel like my struggles continue for hours, until the effects of the drug dulls away and my organs can take simple commands once again. My eyes flutter open at last and disappointment fills my heart when I see that I am in some poorly lit, damp dungeon which smells of bad water, urine and stale food. There is also the choking smell of death clinging to the damp air of the place. Why do dungeons always smell bad? I ask myself.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

“I need to go. Make sure one of you is with her for the whole time.” When I took the lift to the dungeon, one of the war team was already waiting for me in the hall of the dungeon. The dungeon was actually just our term for a three-level basement that Zephyr had built to maximise the use of the hideout. The north dungeon is right below the dorm. It’s for the lab and also the clinic.

The descent into Level Three of the Northern Shadows dungeons was a physical descent into paranoia. It was a place designed not for prisoners of war, but for traitors of the blood. The air was entirely devoid of moisture, preserving a mummified, suffocating silence that pressed against my eardrums. There were no flickering blue torches here. The only light came from the violent, glowing red runic wards etched into the obsidian walls, casting a bloody, subterranean hue over the steep, spiraling staircase.

My knees were shaking so hard they were drumming a rhythm against the stone floor. The dungeon was a shithole. That was the only word for it. There was one tiny, slit-like window high up near the ceiling, but it didn't let in light so much as it let in the gray suggestion of it. The air was thick. It didn’t just smell bad; it felt heavy, like it was coating the inside of my lungs with grease. It smelled of old, stagnant piss and the sharp, metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the cracks of the floor. But beneath that, there was a deeper, more sickening scent. It was the cloying, sweet rot of meat left out in the sun—wolves that had been tossed in here and forgotten until the

“You have to wake up and find me Aaron, no one will find me but you, I beg you, you are the only one who can sense where I am, look for me in the right place, remember where I first saw your dragon, I am afraid, I feel hungry, thirsty and suffocated, there is no air, no light, only Total darkness surrounds the place and deep silence, I die a day dozens of times to come back to life after that, I don't want to come back to life Aaron, do you know what it feels like to feel your soul flowing from your body very slowly, your breath fading and your heartbeat slackening and then you feel that someone is kidnapped Your soul is part of your body, and it clings to it with all your will and determi

To her surprise everywhere was full of Zombies. ************************************* When Jane and Johnson got to the biggest deport in east red marker was used to draw multiplication symbol on the entrance. Jane reversed and look at it very well and face Johnson. both look confused Jane continue driving. *DC* Zombies has full DC and has killed everyone except a three-years old boy that was locked in the bathroom by his mother. -------------------------- Jane and Johnson got to Luis' house. His door was locked with a key not known or found. Jane did not want to attract the zombies so she broke the window glass.

Hector was that far gone, and the equipment needed to do it couldn’t be far. Sal and his group entered the basement. Its lighting was far too weak to penetrate the gloom. It reminded him of a video game dungeon. The smells of a dungeon made the difference between a video game and reality. He’d seen horrific places before. This was on a whole different level. It appeared to be a cross between a butcher shop and a funeral home. Both run by a madman.

- Bhlezy "yup"- Dessa "I have a little knowledge but I want to be clear"- Kaye Timot nods to this sudden question "in simple word, a dungeon is a place or stage, that consist of monster, treasure, and bosses but it is not easy"- Timot "So does it mean that we cleared two dungeons already?"- Bobby "that's right Uncle Bobby"- Timot "but come to think of it, if any of us are not here, maybe we are all died"- Jimboy

Searching for meaning--- DEATH won't separate LOVE Behind the shadows--- MONEY is not enough to buy TRUST Change is possible--- JUSTICE won't be attained if you don't know how to ACCEPT Finding God--- A foe to God was never a friend to MANKIND. Sorrow--- NO WAY, an OATH. Four souls wagered for the good, Let thy stars attest thee, Of these tainted blood, Ready to be spilled. Everything makes sense now; does the pen pertains to Jeremy GLOSS himself? But how was he involved in the Netherworld? How did he DIE again? "Hey, stop spacing out," Grey violently patted my back, that I almost fell on my seat.