Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

LARA's POV. Chains on the wall, blood stains on the floor, skulls of God-knows-what piled up in a corner. Of course, this is the best place to spend my honeymoon — in a dungeon. A terrifying one that makes me sick to my stomach. But David moves through this place casually... like it's his second home, and not, you know, the creepiest, darkest hellhole. He doesn’t talk. Doesn’t pause. Just keeps walking like he’s done this a thousand times — and probably has.

I can also hear the dripping of water as it drips from the roof of the tunnel. Finally I come to the end of the tunnel and as I crawl out into the sunlight and my eyes adjust, I am disgusted by what I see before me, which is a mountain of human carcasses and bones. I sit there stunned and it isn’t until I hear a deep groan that my body starts moving. I have no control over what it is doing and it is starting to scare me. I feel my face drain of blood as it pales and tears form in my eyes. What I see before me is Ash, not the Ash I left, but the Ash that has been tormented and abused and bashed up and left to root alone next to a pile of human bodies, I stare at him for hours not wanting to g

I had no one to stand beside me and support me. I was alone in my plight. “Hey, Ciril.” I heard a gentle voice now and I roamed my gaze through the surrounding darkness, trying to check for who had called me. I panicked. The Dungeon was synonymous with a hallway except that it had cell blocks on each side while its only source of light were the lamp lights that were broadly spaced out on the walls where they were hung. The Dungeon's most outstanding feature was that it was very hot since it was underground. I roamed my gaze through the darkness until I saw a face. I trembled away from the metal cage.

Kimberly's eyes darted around the dungeon, her heart racing with trepidation. The large, underground vault-like room had grey stone walls and a dark granite floor. Soft, golden light from modern torches illuminated the space, casting gentle but eerie shadows. The room was sparse, with only a few features breaking the simplicity. The thick, brass chains that were anchored to the floor caught her attention. But it wasn't just the chain that made her stomach churn with unease; it was the multiple grisly claw marks that marred the stones around it.

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

He added, and my confusion just tripled. “What is going on? What is the dungeon he is talking about.” I whispered to Mira, who I knew could come to my aid. “The dungeon is the last place anyone ever wants to be. It's a very dark place where you get little to no food for the period you're left in there.” Mira explained gently. My jaw dropped. “Is it that bad?” “Yes, really bad. In fact, anyone who gets thrown there comes out worse than they went in. They'll be traumatized and scarred for life, and that's even if they ever come out alive.” She continued, and I stood there speechless, my mind wandering off again.

Ding-dong! “Welcome, players, to the dungeon. Nightmare Entanglement. Dungeon Objective. Survive for 3 days. Dungeon Difficulty: SSS-level. Wish you all the best!” So I had never been a player. I had been an unawakened dungeon boss. Jack still lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly. He clearly had not died yet. I lifted my foot and crushed his head with one stomp. Because the dungeon had triggered, the players who had entered the game with me would have to restart from the beginning.

“You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!” “Audience? Which audience?” I inquired with a frown. His eyes shone in the dim light as he locked eyes with mine. “The demons,” he hissed. His voice was low and had a dangerous edge. “They’re watching now.” His tone sent a chill down my spine that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I gulped. “How am I dead, and yet I feel my heartbeat, my blood, and I still breathe?” I asked, my heart pounding vigorously in anticipation.

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

He stumbled back against me, his left arm hanging completely limp, a deep, terrifying river of dark crimson pouring from the jagged exit wound, soaking through his skin and dripping heavily onto the floor. "I'm fine," he ground out through a clenched jaw, his face turning an ashen, deathly pale color within seconds. "Keep moving. There are more of them downstairs." The sound of heavy, tactical boots echoed from the main entrance. They were hunting us. They were tracking the blood. I grabbed Malakai around his waist, supporting his massive weight as we scrambled down the dark corridor. Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated