Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

The maid already heightened into more than seven feet and her teeth had grown sharper and numerous Alden dipped his hand into his inner shirt pocket, he brought out a bottle with a glowing yellow substance in it and poured it into the extract mixture " This will do" "Get back" King Durham instructed Scarlet. Alden opened the dungeon metal gate and immediately the maid ran out, ready to snap the neck of anyone her hands could grab. Alden was the closest to her and he was her first target

Since he wasn’t fighting me on how much I logged in, even I have been staying in the game while he rested, doing my own leveling up. “It should be fine.” Luka muttered as he took a step forward. When he placed his hand on the door, the vines and limbs magically separated until there was an open path for us. Once we were inside, the door closed once more, leaving us inside. The dungeon was different than it had been during the beta testing. There was a small mystical lake, with tiny light fairies flying around. They were so small that one could fit into the palm of my hand. Sitting on what looked like a throne made of vines, a giant Gnome sat eating berries.

She ran over to the eastern part of the dungeon where she bent over and threw up whatever that was left in her rumbling stomach. The dungeon food was appalling and didn't even look great. If it did, the sight of the food alone was enough to calm one's rumbling stomach but it was not so. What about the smell? The food smelt so bad that you would even fantasize about eating it or salivate even in your dreams.

In the depths of the dungeon, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, these stolen meals became a lifeline, both physical sustenance and a reminder that even in the face of adversity, a glimmer of resilience can prevail. As the men towered over me, their grip tightened around my arms. With a forceful yank, they dragged me out of the suffocating dungeon and into a world of stark contrast. The moment I crossed the threshold, the darkness receded, giving way to a grand room bathed in opulence.

When their hands met, a wave of intense heat flowed through her, making the artifact shine more intensely. The room trembled as the agreement was finalized, and Kayla's sight dimmed. The final image in her mind was the devil's victorious grin as he softly said, "Welcome to my realm, my avatar." After that, everything went dark.

Cause I sound so funny? "Anyway your cute, your voice is cute and I like it! You look so innocent." I blink twice. What did she just say? I'm cute, my voice is cute. And I look so innocent? Really? “By the way, I’m Celine Buenavista, and you are?” “I’m Eunice..." I added. "Hell.” “Hell as in H E L L?” “Yeah.” “Cool! Oh, wait... I think I’ve heard that before." She scratches her hair.

There would be a dripping sound, a dank, putrid smell, a dirt or concrete floor, a chill that wouldn’t leave the air, and heavy chains. He’d not bothered to disabuse her of that notion. The scarier the dungeon was to her, the easier it would be to get her cooperation. In reality, the dungeon was none of those things. If what he’d been told by the servants who had gone to get her belongings was true, the dungeon was nicer than her apartment in the city had been. It was done in black and a tasteful deep red with occasional splashes of other colors like purples and greens and yellows. It had been an inside joke with his previous submissives that the dungeon was the color of death, blood, and br

My fingers curled into fists. “We’re running out of time.” Draven nodded once. “We need to get inside before sunrise.” Darius scanned the walls carefully. “There’s a drainage tunnel under the east side of the compound,” he said. “Used to connect to the old dungeons.” Draven looked at him. “You’re sure?” “Pretty sure.” “That’s not reassuring.” Darius smirked slightly. “When has anything about tonight been reassuring?” I looked back at the packhouse, the towering walls, the guards pacing along the battlements, and the wooden platform rising slowly in the center of the courtyard.

“Just thinking how lucky I am that I didn't get on that plane that day.” Outside, snow fell in delicate whispers. Inside, the heater kept the room perfectly warm. The pork rib soup bubbled and simmered on the dining table. Amidst the fragrant steam rising from the soup, I felt the warmth I had earned across two lifetimes was finally close enough to touch.

“I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave” Not long after, a new type of heartshattering screams joined the others, plunging the dungeon in everlasting screams of pain and suffering befitting a dungeon.