Romans & histoires Delicious In Dungeon Female Characters

“The boss in this dungeon is insanely twisted. The last group of players would rather commit suicide than die by his hands.” “This is boring. A bunch of idiots challenging an S-rank dungeon? They’ll probably all die immediately. There’s no thrill at all. I’m leaving.” “That calm girl is actually pretty cute. I kinda want to see her head get twisted off. I bet she’d look even prettier.” “Seriously, though, she’s gorgeous. Please survive a little longer. Boss, have mercy and at least leave her body intact…”

I scurried around the girls seated, looking for Hazel. I sighed after seeing her, knowing she was alright. "Good morning girls!" The Knight, Linda, walked briskly into the room and spoke. "Normally, it's always a systemic survival challenge to get food. But to welcome you, we've specially prepared this buffet," She motioned to the stationed exquisite dishes placed before us. "So, eat to your heart's content, cause today might be the last you enjoy," she added with a cackle. "Strong, smart, tactful, desirability. The one who is destined to be a mate for the beast, has to contain in her those virtuous qualities. If lucky, we'll have a queen in this batch,"

The door opened with a creak, and Jane looked back to make sure the guard didn’t wake up before continuing the journey. “Ssh, someone’s coming,” a voice said as Jane approached the first cell. Jane moved with trepidation, unsure who else would be down here, and it was too dark in most places to see. Rick never let that information escape whenever he talked about the dungeons. All she knew was that this place only led to death. Jane cleared her throat, her voice coming out shaky and dry. “Miss…Miss Delilah?” A woman moved closer to the bars so Jane could see her. The woman gave Jane a once-over.

Alaeric Pov The air in the dungeon turned to ice. I couldn't breathe. My heart was slamming against my ribs like a battering ram, and my wolf was howling one single word over and over again. Mate. Mate. Mate. I stared through the iron bars at the girl on the floor. She was a mess. Her dress was shredded, her skin was covered in dirt and dried blood, and she looked like a light breeze could snap her in two. This was her? This was the woman the Moon Goddess had chosen for me?

“But you stay behind me. Understood?” She nodded, already heading for the door. *** The dungeons beneath the estate were cold and damp, the air thick with the smell of earth and old stone. Torches lined the walls, casting flickering shadows across the narrow corridors. Damon led us deeper, past several empty cells, until we reached one that was occupied. Inside sat a young girl, barely more than a child. She couldn’t have been older than sixteen. Her clothes marked her as kitchen staff, simple and worn. Her hands were bound in front of her, and she sat on the ground with her knees pulled up to her chest, trembling.

, she asserted. "Oh, then i must have her fed at once". I dialed Seline, ordering her to bring enough a variety of food to the dungeon, food befitting a king. Few minutes later, Seline and a few maids carried trays of food into the dungeon. She must have thought it was mine, the shocked look on her face when i asked her to put them in front of Athena gave that away. "Drink and Eat!", i commanded Athena once every thing had been laid out in front of her.

Personally, I think Ally got much of her design ideas from the succubae and incubi homes. Madam Delia, as I discovered was her name, made me comfortable with the talent of someone who lived to take advantage of others’ needs. After a cup of tea, idle chit-chat and a kiss on the cheek, Dareios excused us and dragged me from the cottage, his mood clearly bordering on sadistic. “Are you finding it fun to rub my heritage in my face?” he fumed, flinging me ahead of him without a care. “What the hell are you going on about?” I replied, aghast.

definitely underground. A dungeon. Of course it was a damn dungeon. "Which mate cages his destined one in a dungeon?!" I yelled at my wolf. Just as I leaned back, trying to pull strength from my wolf’s reserves, the door creaked., opening slowly. I snapped my gaze to it, snarling, though my voice cracked from dryness. But it wasn’t a soldier, or an Alpha or even a rogue like I feared. It was a girl that looked maybe seventeen. She had reddish hair and was dressed in white clothes.

Diana wanted to know the restrictions. Diana could take a guess about the dungeon's attributes the moment she observed her surroundings. It was a fire attribute dungeon. She only imagined an area that would put the behemoth at a disadvantage. Diana did not know how to describe her feelings. It was as if there was a pair of eyes watching her. It was certainly not the behemoth before her or from the enemy’s camp because this was her domain. ‘Is there a possibility that there is a living being in this dungeon when I summoned it?’

"That was anticipated...hufff... Just give me a moment to breathe. My muscles are twitching from all of the sprinting." "I believed you when you said things would be okay, Kuro. Bastard." "Hahaha... I had no idea that A-rank dungeons were so frightening. After all, the B-rank dungeons were a letdown. But it appears that I underestimated them." The bunch of individuals appeared to be out of breath, but that was it. There was no indication of injury or frailty. After travelling through an A-rank dungeon, they all looked absolutely fine. "We've been at the same level for a long time. I believe the A-rank dungeons will finally assist us in levelling up." The person who spoke was female. Her head