Delicious In Dungeon Female Characters Novels & Stories

Third POV In the humid and suffocating dungeon cells of the Warpaw kingdom, Rowena rages with hysteria. Her once perfectly manicured nails now marred, she slams the cold iron bars, creating a cacophony that echoes through the damp, stone walls. Her screams reverberate, piercing the stillness of the dungeon. "Let me out of here, you pathetic fools! Do you have any idea who I am?" Rowena's voice, sharp and insufferable, cuts through the air.

The dungeon was cold, echoing with the anguished cries of those who had defied King Draven. A torch flickered on the stone wall, casting sharp shadows over Delilah’s bruised face. She was shackled to a post, her knees scraped and bleeding. Aurora stood nearby, her hands trembling as she clung to Draven’s arm. Kael and Elizabeth were locked in the adjoining cells, silent for once, their eyes avoiding Aurora’s gaze. Draven stood tall, his piercing crimson eyes narrowed on Delilah. "Tell me why Aurora has no wolf," he demanded, his voice cold, commanding, and echoing with authority.

Curious, I asked the others, "Why is her dungeon open 24/7 anyway?" The siren, holding onto her one surviving bag of spicy human jerky, explained while hissing from the heat. "She's waiting for someone." "Who?" "The previous boss of her dungeon, the only SSSSS-rank boss in the entire game." The crow flapped its wings excitedly. "I know, I know! I was lucky enough to meet her once when I was young. She gave me a bottle of super glue. Ever since then, my eyeballs don't fall out nearly as much!

Meanwhile… Deep in the Dungeons Two days of unrelenting torment had passed, and Lila was barely recognizable. Her once-pristine hair now hung in tangled, blood-caked knots. Her limbs trembled from open wounds. The dungeon reeked of rot, silver, and defeat. Liam’s torture had been ruthless, methodical—and most of all, personal. But today, another figure descended into the darkness. Damian. And beside him, despite his earlier reluctance, was Ella.

And only briefly, too, given that the inhabitant had been quickly disposed of, once all the information had been extracted from his mind with Lord Alfred’s Gift. Today, the unused torches in the dungeons have been lit once more, for a new guest. It is a young woman, hardly older than twenty, her features lovely and delicate in violent contrast to the grimy holding cell she has been chained to. Everything about her seems like a sacrilege, here, in the dank walls of a dirty underground prison; as though she is something that does not belong in a place so dirty and murky.

It had a large bed and large tables with straps on, one of which still had a girl tied to it. "She's dead." He said as he walked over to take a look at her. Seeing that she had been fucked and beaten to death. "So this is what the duke gets up to in his free time." Xolvion thought as he explored the place further. All of the girls in the cells were some kind of demi-human or beast girl. All having animal ears or tails or some other features. "I'm all for having fun, but this is a little too much for me." Xolvion thought, looking at them in disgust, seeing that half of them were ill or starving.

Let my heart also find peace. Helena takes her arm out of the way. “Where is the food, Luna? We are starving for real.” Luna Violeta giggles. Never seen her face so bright before. She claps her hands. The door to the dungeon opens. Three maidens holding plates and cups of water walk in. They place the plates and cups on the floor beside me before walking away. “This might not be enough, but it’s the little I'm able to lay my hands on,” Luna Violeta explains.

“Pardon me for asking, but I’m curious. Why did you decide to become an adventurer? You’re clearly better as a chef. Do you also take part in fighting?” Surprised that an NPC would ask a player such questions, Zen laughed. It was refreshing. “I’m not a combatant. However, I am a priest who cooks, heals, and buffs my allies. My friend with the white hair is a magician even if he resembles a mad inventor more. The draconian girl is a markswoman with one of the best aims I’ve ever seen. Oritha, the muscular woman, has giant blood in her. She’s a quarter giant.”

Monalisa heart raced as she entered into the hole which leads to the dungeon. ‘Am in’ she said through the telecomm as she walked slowly with the rest of the ex-cosa nostra behind her. She waited for them all to enter before she began to move slowly. The dungeon smelt of blood, rotten flesh in four words, the dungeon smelt horrible. Lisa covered her nose and walked slowly as she passed the dungeon, she saw some people half alive, few unharmed and some dead; she hoped they wouldn’t shout at them to help them or implicate them, but to their amazement they all kept quiet and ignored them.