Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and lay down on my bed, and thought about what happened because it is impossible that it will be gone just like that. Unless it turns into a zombie but the zombie is not real or maybe he is not real; I mean there is really no dead man’s body under my bed and it is all inside my head but it is impossible because I touched it and I felt it. I really did. I open my eyes again and check the time. It is almost 10:00 a.m. and Devon will be here in a minute so I need to hurry up.

"I'm a gold digger like that." "Oh, oh, sorry!" "Yeah, I've been drugging you everyday. You're dying a slow death. By this time next year, you'll be dead!!" "Damn it! I should've known from the start!" They shared a good laugh. They laughed at themselves and each other. Their laughter only ceased several seconds later. "Ready to catch a wave?" Damien enquired once they stopped laughing. He grabbed a surfboard as Ashleigh replied, "Oh I'm ready, last time we were here though you kept falling off your board."

The smell is dump and putrid, like the stench of death. "This is amazing." Theodore's morbid side is like in cloud nine because of what everything around him. He felt like he opened a time capsule. Everything looks old, and the ambience is like frozen in time. As he roam around the dungeon, he saw a trap door. At first, he thought it was meant for escape, but when he opened the door, pointed his flashlight on it, he saw what seems like a hundred skulls mounted on top of each other. It's like

It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever come across in my long painful and boring life. “Wow.” Crystal breathed as we opened the private room on the same floor that overlooked a very giant play station, which was another floor deeper into the ground. Talk about a basement that had had a basement. Fomr what I was told, the Dungeon was 4 floors into the ground; and I couldn't begin to imagine the money that must have been used to construct all of that opulence. There were about 6 private rooms (which looked more like VIP booths considering that they just had three walls, and a railing towering over the stage.) on this floor and others that went further deeper into the ground.

I've walked past it a thousand times without ever paying attention, and I vaguely thought it must be a broom closet or a storage place. I'm surprised to see him use a series of codes on a digital dial to get the door to unlock. We enter a hallway with a succession of doors. Each time, Elio enters new codes or uses a different key. We end up going under the floor to find ourselves in front of the last door. As he opens the door, my whole being freezes in front of what I see. The room is entirely white from floor to ceiling, from the furniture to the linens. There are no windows, and the light is purely artificial.

She couldn't help but feel something wasn't right and the girl was up to no good. *** The Dungeon The sound of liquid water could be heard dropping on the hard floor of the Dungeon. It was as quiet as a cemetery; only the sounds of the drops of liquid could be heard. The air in the dungeon was thick, somber and suffocating, the metallic smell of blood lingered in the atmosphere. There were different levels in the dungeon. Each level is different. For instance, level 1 for thieves and minor criminals and as the levels progress the intensity of crimes of its prisoners also increases.

A bunch of assorted boards and beams rested against the wall in the corner between the boiler and the left wall. In the kitchen that still hadn’t been renovated, Brandon Price faced the wingman’s handheld cam to say they were about to investigate the basement, where rumor had it an evil entity was lurking, that wasn’t there for their previous investigation. He would go down ahead of the others, all by himself, to see if he was able to make contact with said entity, which he suspected to be of a demonic nature. “The brave dear leader,” I grunted. “Purposely.” “You mean he came already planning to get rid of his attachment here?”

Swallowing my disgust, I walked past him because he was staring at my butt. The dungeon was a secret hell, and I wondered what I was doing here in the first place. The air grew chill, and it was a death maze of dead-end pits and traps. A very horrible place. I retched at the smell of death, and my fear grew thick as cloth in this place. My nose wrinkled with disgust at the bat droppings that I stepped on.

My Gamma teased me and I groaned at his words. Hell dungeon is where dangerous criminals are caged.Its wall is made of silver and there are many traps, making it hard for anyone to escape. This time he won't escape from my claws. I have given the old man many chances to change but it seems like some people will never change. I will give him what he deserves and that is death! Nikolai has caused me too much pain already. He poisoned Hazel and even betrayed his kingdom because of his hunger to lay his dirty hands on power.

It’s coming from somewhere else, and that’s when I stop, every muscle in my body going still. The bell rings again and I head up the stairs, pulse tapping beneath my skin like it knows something I don’t yet. The hallway is quiet, sunlight still spilling through the window at the end, warm and golden. But the sound draws me left, not right. Past the guest room. Past the office. The dungeon. I pause with my hand on the doorknob. The air feels different here. The bell rings again, this time barely more than a whisper through the door.