Delicious In Dungeon Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.”

I could tell by his stature and his scent that he was either human or his wolf was weak. He chuckled and licked his lips as he approached. He stopped at me first, grabbing my chin and leaning close to take a deep breath of my scent. He chuckled as I recoiled and shuddered in disgust. Armilla squeaked and trembled, holding herself perfectly still as he drew a fleshy hand over her face. Then, he stopped at Angelia, tracing a hand over her cheek. He chuckled and stepped back, “I love the obedient ones… Welcome girls, to my dungeon. You will call me, Dan.”

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

The dungeon is where I ended up. After the kisses,the looks,the dance,the comfort. The only support line I held dear to my heart ruthlessly threw me to the dungeon. I was wrapped in my own thoughts as tears poured weakly from my eyes. Suddenly I heard the door open slightly and I rushed to see who it was. Two hefty looking guards walked in and chained my feets to the wall,then one other hefty looking guard brought me food. "Alpha Damien sent this,he doesn't want you to starve so please eat this".he said.

"This dungeon will be your final resting place. The insects are your only company now. As the door slammed shut, darkness covered the room once more, and Elizabeth sat all alone again, contemplating what Lucifer had just said. Her anger simmered, mingling with the fear that filled her heart. She could feel the chains draining her magic, leaving her weaker. She knew she wouldn’t last long down here, but even in the depths of despair, a part of her refused to surrender. She had made her choices, and she would bear the consequences, but she would not break. She had faced darkness before, far greater than anything these council members could comprehend.

Hazel's POV I arrived at the dungeon, the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon my shoulders, the dim lighting casting long shadows that seemed to dance and twist with malevolent intent. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear, a tangible reminder of the suffering that lingered within these cold stone walls. I wasted no time as I strode through the labyrinthine corridors, my steps echoing in the silence of the dungeon like the steady beat of a war drum. My mind raced with thoughts of 'John' and the information he potentially held, each passing moment a precious commodity in our race against time.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of emotional and physical abuse, captivity, psychological distress, and sexualized coercion. It also includes themes of non-consensual sexual situations and manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. The sound of chains jingling against the worn oak headboard, accompanied by deranged grunts, echoed through the putrid dungeon. Draven had been gone again for weeks. Bellinor had turned into a raging, unpredictable time bomb, and Alinta was the explosive receiving end.

They looked around, and when they didn't see anyone, they took the key and returned to their positions. I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way deeper into the dungeon. The light was getting dimmer with every step I took, it was already late morning and most of the cleaning had already been done. I could smell the terrible breakfast that the dungeon kitchen was already making and scrunched my nose at the unpalatable smell.

he said turning and walking out with the other council members following him. As soon as the dungeon doors squeaked and slammed shut with finality, the smell of rotting corpses and doom hit me. That is when I realized I wasn't alone anymore. The wardline burned before the creature even stepped into the chamber. It didn’t knock. It didn’t speak. It simply appeared crawling out of the shadows like bone-stitched void. Tall. Hulking. Black smoke trailing its claws. When it locked it's black 10 sets of eyes on me, it stood up to its full hight and its mouth opened with razor-sharp teeth sticking out all jagged like in a circle and then its tentacles came out of the black abys that opened op out o

Attending to pack matters and then framed, damn. I touched around the food searching for the spoon, there is no spoon? Shit, they meant whatever they were doing. I can't wait anymore, I'm starving…I dipped my hand into the food, chugging it down my throat, the peppery taste hit my throat. My head sparked. I choked on the food. I quickly stood up, my swollen foot ached as I tried to maintain balance…I staggered around the dungeon, I couldn't see. My eyes hurt more as I tried to open them “he…lp!” I muttered hoping someone would help with water.