Novel & Cerita Delicious In Dungeon Author

They bowed their heads in greetings as I barely acknowledged then with a grunt. My razor sharp claws were protruding, as well as my fangs. I wasn't fucking around. The foul stench of blood and rusting metal greeted me as I barged into the dimly lit dungeon. Whimpers and growls could be heard around me as I passed a number of cells. A delta was in front of me, leading me to the human, while two others flanked me from behind. A very strong sweet scent of something like vanilla and strawberry hit me as I stood on the entrance of the cell. I scrunched up my nose.

Whispers in the Dark The dungeon of Blood Moon Pack was carved deep into the earth, damp stone walls slick with condensation, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. Torches burned low in iron sconces, their flames guttering with every shift of stale air. It wasn’t a place meant for comfort—it was meant to break spirits, to remind prisoners that even the ground itself pressed against them.

After a pleasurable sex with Anne, Leo left her to catch a nap and he kissed her on her cheek before leaving. He stood before the gate of the dungeon, heaving some good amount of breaths in and out, before he finally unlocked the entrance and made his way to where his ex best friend and presently worst enemy laid. The dungeon looked crappy and worn out with a bad stench that could make the pit of a human stomach recoil in irritation, thereby causing a tornado of vomit.

Looks like I have another method to garner more gold coins, i should try figure out how to enchant items easily, probably find a way to automate the whole productions. "you should show me how to enchant item later…you can hold this armour for now, we can continue this later in Aeternum…..Everyone we're leaving now..". "Pardon me your Lordship…is the Lord finally defeated?….just like that?..". (Sasu) Nervous but still steel his courage to ask me. "Yes, just like this…See, this round thing?…this is the Dungeon Anchor/Core…with the Lord gone and this Anchor in my hand, you can safely assume that the dungeon is done for…I believe that you won't questions what you just saw right?….".

The dungeon seemed like an underground tower, it was paved with gray and black bricks, and long spiraling stairs were leading down. "I can't believe this was just made out of my lord's pure miasma… Such a beautifully crafted design" said Abyss. "Dungeons are like that, they are magical and living organisms that take such forms to entice people to enter and fall to their deadly traps and monsters. This way, dungeons can get nourishment in the form of their decaying corpses and souls," said Belphegor. "I wonder… What about the monsters inside the dungeons?" asked Chaos.

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.

I was keyed up enough that I didn’t think I could sleep, but the comforting presence of my mates lulled me into a deeper sleep than I would have thought. ***** Dalia’s POV The darkness in the dungeon was completely overwhelming. Without my wolf I could barely make out anything. I hated it with a passion. Hated Drake, hated Viola. I was seething, and to top it off, I was sure that I heard Avery down here with Drake and Viola speaking with Alpha Brandon. I couldn’t be sure how long I had been in this disgusting dungeon, time felt irrelevant. ‘THUD’ Something, or someone fell loudly in the dungeon. I got up and went to the bars hoping to see something, there was a faint green light coming towar

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

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.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.