Death Dungeon Novels & Stories

The city is back to its normal condition, no rising war; everybody is just doing their thing, but, a dice of death is thrown into the air, the ring leader knows it will definitely land with its head. The dungeon is not a place of peace, it is filled with torment. The ring leader has faced hell with the little time he spent in the dungeon. The werewolf knows that putting a person in the dungeon is the deepest punishment he could face.

People do change. I stood up, walking out of the room. I was about to take a step when I spotted two pairs of glowing eyes down the hallway the moment I locked the door. The person had closed both eyes the moment he felt noticed. Pacing forward, I made my way down the dark hallway. I was able to navigate the dark room all thanks to my night vision. "Who's there?" I called as soon as I got to the sharp corner. The whole place went silent for a moment, then the eyes glowed again—shiny orange eyes. I turned sharply. And to my surprise, it was Selene.

The cold, damp air of the dungeons pressed against my skin like a suffocating weight. I had only been here a handful of times when my parents were alive, and never this far in. The dungeons were split into three levels, each descending deeper into hell. The innermost level, where I now found myself, was reserved for the worst of criminals and the cruelest of punishments. The walls were cracked and stained, whispering secrets of the horrors they had witnessed. The air reeked of damp stone, rot, and despair. Every step the guards took echoed through the narrow corridor, amplifying my dread.

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

We walk over to the dungeons not really talking about much and Max pulls open the main door, it had been a while since either of us had been here, there was never really a need to come here, our father dealt with everything, although on the rare occasion he would chuck us in here as kids as a punishment for a day. The memories made me shudder, it was a grim place. A hallway led to a split staircase, two sets of dungeons and Damon would be in one whilst the ginger haired woman would be in another. The hallway though was like any standard hallway and was even carpeted, it gave the misconception that the dungeons were looked after but that was far from the truth. We place our bets and agree to

I had a death grip on him. The rest of the mansions flooring was marble and I had expected every room that we entered to have such flooring, but this room was different. It was almost like a jungle gym, a training room, with weaponry on one side of the room against a wall and various setups for climbing, jumping, pulling, pushing, there was even a water tank there for some reason. “Am I supposed to prepare for a war or lose ten pounds?” I jokingly murmured to Damien as we stepped in and he chuckled.

Sometimes it went on through his entire shift. The Dungeon on Level 85 was often the last place a colleague could be traced before being outsourced. Dink had no desire to be outsourced. Dink closed his eyes and deliberated whether to forward the information to Shroud or wait for more supporting information to show up. It wasn’t a good idea to bother Shroud with trivia, if he was in a bad mood. He might have a coke hangover. He could be ferocious then. Everybody got fucked up in Deep 6. It was the only way to survive in this bleak hellhole.

Only Aeternum and it’s allies knows that Dungeons also one of the contributor for an intense Monster Stampede phenomenon, and also the dungeon break phenomenon were also stemmed from dungeons that has not being managed properly. Aeternum were the only nation in Central Continent that were known to managed their dungeon carefully and also harvested the dungeon yield constantly. Certain dungeons often times has some specific harvest-able resource from it, for example, there is a Dungeon in Agriculture Region, Named Spider Dungeon, which is fully inhabited by a Monster Called Giant Silk Spider, and when the monster inside were killed, one can harvest a special Spider Silk from it. This silk is