Delicious In Dungeon Author Novels & Stories

“I'm Tristan Luchavez. I thought you knew me, or is this part of the show? If it is, then it's working. I didn't know you were this beautiful. I always decline such invites, and now I kind of regret it.” I couldn't quite follow what he was saying. Tristan... I have to remember that, then forget it tomorrow. His name was sexy as hell. He dreamily set his eyes on me. I don't know why, but there was something in me dancing with happiness at the sight of him, looking at me like I was a precious gem. “Martha, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Tristan took my hand and shifted on the bed. He guided my back down onto the mattress.

He was acting on Ivanka’s orders— I was sure of this The food which he had splattered on the ground was from the Hencher mistress and I had tried to reach it several times but Taka had poured it too far away. I sighed now. And I wiped off the sweat that had stained and was still staining my face. The Dungeons is a very hot place. I continued sitting in the silence and my gloominess and I had my eyes closed until I heard footsteps approaching. I sat up weakly and looked towards the passageway where the lamp light luminescence was creeping closer. I looked with dread in my throat because I knew it was time for the deadly circle to repeat itself.

There is a goblin corpse inside this dungeon He walked out of the room and went to the goblin corpse he had found before. He looked at her with a frown on his face. “I will eat this! I have no choice but to eat this to live, I still want to finish this story!" Carry the corpse into the room. He just felt nauseous at the thought of eating that goblin. His face contorted in disgust. He suddenly remembered that there were torches everywhere inside this dungeon. He was at least cooking this goblin's meat before he ate it.

“However, they will not be very useful in the new event. The progress, even with the team, is too slow. The virtual dungeon is more complicated than regular games.” Curious, Bolt wanted to pry. However, Zen did not appear to be in a sharing mood. The young chef zoned out and focused on seasoning the chicken. He had some cured ham diced for the fried rice, but that won’t be enough protein for the assassins who worked out.

Elias raises his glass with whatever he is drinking and then turns away. “You are doing so well, Precious. What do you think of the club?” Jace asks as we wait for our tour guide. “I’m excited to see what more it offers, Sir, but what is the dungeon?” Out of everything that Elias had said, that is the one thing that has stuck with me. Jace chuckles, and leaning into my ear, he presses himself into my side, “That, Precious, is where all the fun stuff happens. That is where I can do unspeakable things to you, and where I can give you the pain that you crave.”

His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey. Damien didn’t flinch. *"Just drive."* The SUV turned down a narrow alley, the headlights illuminating a rusted metal door marked with a single symbol—a rat, its tail coiled into a crown. Ferraro’s mark. The door groaned open, revealing a yawning darkness beyond. ### **The Dungeon** The air inside was thick with the stench of mildew, blood, and something far worse—the cloying sweetness of decay. The walls wept condensation, the concrete floor slick with things Damien didn’t want to identify.

In my hands, only a pile of clothing remained. Riel Elhiem As such, this is who I'll be during my stay in the outer world. 8 hours ago. Duskfell finally opened its gates to the people following the coup under a new city leader. Three days of being stuck in a dysfunctional village inn near the city were both exhausting and boring. It is at times like these when I miss the action and battle of the dungeon, it is quite funny how humans can be. When I was in the dungeon all I wanted was to get a good night's sleep and now that all I have to do is sleep for 3 days, I'm not thrilled.

Just rip off their heads from their bodies, they will be petrified into pieces of stones. " Immortal beings? Bull Shit'!" I cursed, piercing my claws deep into the other knight's heart. I moved forward rendering the heads of knights who were blocking my way. Loren was in front clearing the way for me , we arrived at a dark cave in the dungeon. " This cave's opening is in the northern territory's dungeon." Loren slapped the shocking fact on my face. He was saying that the path of this dungeon was opening in the northern territory's dungeon! " Well you see,Drystan told me about this place and key spell," He said he was the one mage who contributed in making this underworld dungeon kingdom for

SELVARA’S POV I lifted my head slowly, only for it to slam against something sharp. Pain burst across my forehead. When I touched it, I felt nails sticking out of the iron above me. I couldn’t even see them. The dungeon was stark black. There was no slit for light, or moonlight, and not even a crack for air. It was just made of stone, damp, and crawling things. Talking of crawling things, I've been bitten by all sorts of insects and I don't even know what exactly.

"You're just doing your job and you're doing it well. There's never been a better Dungeon master." Braun smiled slightly at my compliment before turning around. "Right this way my lady." He said and immediately led me down the flight of stairs into the deep dungeons. The dungeons were built deep underground with the little light coming from torches that were hung on the walls. The particular passageway Braun led me on, was covered with cell doors on the left while the wall on the right was covered with torches that burnt dimly. Braun stopped at a door and slipped a key into the lock, with a twist and a loud click, the door opened and I peered into the cell.