Delicious In Dungeon Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Dawn’s POV: Peeling my eyes open felt like a lot of work. My eyelids were heavy but right now, I couldn’t ascertain if it was due to fatigue or this was my body’s way of reacting to whatever substance I had been fed with before. It took me a moment to regain my blurry sight and when I looked around me, I was surprised to see that I was in a dungeon of some sort, but unlike the one back at Alpha Xavier’s pack, this one was damp, smelly, and was filled with several torture equipments hung at certain areas on the wall, as if to act as some kind of decoration… or in my case, to scare people.

Aeris eyes were big. "Is there no castle with a dungeon silly" Davis scoffed now walking through a very dark hallway. "Hey am Tharros sacrifice, don't call me silly" Aeris squinted, warning. "It's that even a thing to be proud about" Davis rolled his eyes. "it's something that makes me special here and treated nicely so, yes it is" Aeris said as they finally got to the dungeon. Davis opened the big dungeon door and the stench that came out didn't waste time in making Aeris puke.

My cell smelled like the refuse ground at the back of the fortress, and except for the lullaby from the mosquitoes, and the scurrying footsteps of the rats, it was as silent as a graveyard. I pray that Baron will be back soon. He will know I'm innocent, order them to fetch me out of the dungeon, and then punish his daughter. My problem is how to survive until Baron comes I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door of the dungeon creaked open and Sarah stepped inside, and in her hand was a tray filled with a bowl of spaghetti, a boiled egg, and a cup of juice.

Note: I'm writing this to appreciate my wonderful readers who are following up on my book despite my irregular updates. I love you all. Thanks for unlocking with coins. Thanks for reading. I really appreciate ❤️ Chapter 35 Amber Whyte. Delilah barged in. No. She stormed in like the devil she was– reckless, disheveled, crazed. Like she was drunk off something. Something dark, strong, intoxicating. Like she was possessed by darkness. By demons.

Silver burned deeper into my skin, and the smell of scorched flesh filled my nose. “Fuck…” I groaned, pressing my forehead against the stone wall. The dungeon spun. Cold. Dark. Wet. Water dripped from the ceiling in slow, mocking beats. Somewhere far down the corridor, someone screamed. I couldn’t tell if it was real or just another trick of this cursed place. Then it hit me again. Stronger. Hotter. Blood. I tasted it instantly, metallic and warm, flooding my mouth even though my lips were dry and cracked. “Charlotte,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

Thelma was a snitch and a bastard, of course, but Dante didn’t seem like someone who would throw years of memories into the mud easily. “Let’s go to the dungeon,” I nudged him. • As we climbed the stairs into the dungeon, I could hear Thelma’s screams. She was totally exasperated. The sound of chains clanking and iron ringing filled the air. The scent of blood, sharp and nauseating, slapped my nose the moment we stepped in. This was my first time here. It was neither dark nor lit up. The walls seemed to breathe with old suffering, every shadow stretched thin like something waiting to move.

Vivian’s POV With a few strides, I headed towards the dungeon. The gammas outside were already feeding wood to the furnace, preparing for the poor omega’s death as black smoke curled toward the sky. Soon, it would roar hot enough to burn a body whole. The gammas greeted me but I ignored their greetings and walked past them, entering inside the dungeon. Immediately I stepped into the dungeon, the heavy stench from the dungeon hit me first, and then a chilling cold enough to make one’s bone ache clung to my skin.

Delilah's POV My eyes ran over the peach shaded walls, and the huge white curtains covered most of the room. Under the dim light, it was not much visible to see the inside of the place. When I had woke up, I found myself in this unfamiliar place. Panic settled in but when I tried to move put of here, pain shot through my feet. I looked down and the early cut of the feet has opened. It didn’t cure totally when I decided to remove the bandage, it couldn’t be used anymore.

Unbeknownst to me, I’m being observed by Adam’s spy, whose presence goes unnoticed. Sneaking into the kitchen, I cautiously scan the surroundings, making sure there are no maids or guards in sight. Spotting a pack of food conveniently placed on the table, I seize the opportunity and grab it, knowing Tyler must be starving down in the dungeon. The thought of the dungeon irritates me, and I mutter disparaging comments under my breath about the dark, dreary place.

WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing events and will trigger traumas that contain violence and abuse. Kindly skip some parts. Chapter 19- Peony flowers The first thing Elise felt after opening her eyes in a dark dungeon was nostalgia. Bwi made sure that Elise can feel the warmth from the spiritual power while in the dungeon for Elise to subside her fear. Elise finch after the stone stairs appeared in front of her. At the end of the stairs was a gate. Bwi told her that was the entrance. After some time, Elise bravely walks to it.