Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

The sound of metal scraping against the stone floor echoed off the damp walls, a shrill lament that seemed to embody the despair of everyone who had ever passed through there. Freya felt the impact before she even realized she had been dropped. The dungeon floor was icy, an unforgiving granite surface covered by a thin layer of slime and mold. The smell down here was different from the burning of Oakhaven; it wasn’t smoke, but the stagnant odor of wet earth, urine, and the rancid fear of centuries of suffering.

Whispers in the Dark The dungeon of Blood Moon Pack was carved deep into the earth, damp stone walls slick with condensation, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. Torches burned low in iron sconces, their flames guttering with every shift of stale air. It wasn’t a place meant for comfort—it was meant to break spirits, to remind prisoners that even the ground itself pressed against them.

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Do you know you won’t get to taste other dishes once you settle for one?” I stopped walking in the hotel lobby. I didn’t understand what she meant. “What dishes?” She rolled her eyes. “Martha, this is what girls do before they get married. Don’t be so conservative and innocent. Let’s go.” She pulled me towards the counter. I had no choice but to follow Angeli. The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator.

However, I knew that the longer I spent in that dungeon, the more I couldn’t contain my hunger and thirst. As if the goddess was hearing my pleas, the doors to the dungeon opened wide, and I quickly leaned towards the cell, hoping for someone to help me. But then I smelled him. His smell was like burnt wood and fear, followed by another scent that was overwhelming with power, but still, it had a dangerous smell that I couldn’t fathom. ‘’oh well, well, if it is not the war alpha,’’ Dane laughed as he walked towards the cell. ‘’How have you been war alpha, or should I call you loser alpha now?’’ he questioned.

“I think we can handle it. I never felt particularly…burdened.” “Will you just trust me on this one?” he asks. "Hallowed Moon shunned you, but if you actually absorbed that entire pack's spirit, you'd be dead." The entrance to the dungeon rises up from the ground. Just a small little brick structure with a single door. Surrounded by the broken forest and wet rainbows, it gives the impression that it’s a door to some magical world. It’s considerably colder inside the dungeon than it is outside and I break out in goosebumps. Without a word, Jericho shrugs out of his jumper and folds it over my shoulders. I gratefully fold the warm garment around myself and inhale his scent.

As soon as Damien reached the outskirts of the dungeon, he slowed down, his heightened senses on full alert. The thick, musty air hung around the dungeon, and the scent of damp stone and decay made his nostrils flare. He crouched low, careful not to disturb the silence, as his keen nose worked through the myriad of scents lingering in the air.

GEORGE'S POV The heavy, overripe tomato struck the small of my back with a sickening, wet crunch. Red juice and seedy pulp exploded across the frayed cotton of my tunic, soaking straight through to my skin. I did not flinch. I did not turn around to give them the satisfaction of seeing my temper break. A chorus of high-pitched giggles echoed through the crowded square of the Frost Dream pack market. A small group of children skipped behind me, chanting crude rhymes about the shiftless waste of an Omega who occupied the eastern cabin.

she gestured toward the distant church spites visible on the horizon. “Mestre Escuro thinks you can slip inside through the dungeon entrance beneath the cathedral. No guards, no traps– an easy way in for someone who is not… like us.” Lady Escuridade’s voice grew more intense as she spoke. “The Cathedral?” Amelia echoed. “What is in the dungeon?” Lady Escuridade’s expression darkened at the mention of the dungeons, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “Corrompido,” she said flatly her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They have been down there for years– tortured, starved, broken.” She paced across the watch tower platform, the tattered hem of h

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

ariel was doing his research on the dungeon, he discovered that there are 8 dungeons which discovered till now and 5 of them are captured already, two items own by ezine and two items are just selling in the back market but one of them is found by government, ariel and loriana find it, one is still lost in the black market. only 1 item is under government, and still, people are afraid, to use it because it takes price in return, I think that is why the government is afraid because of lack of knowledge. two dungeons are already discovered in their friend nation, which means he can easily go there and if he was lucky enough, then he can capture one, then he can fight in battle. it might that 1