Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

I sniff again and slam a large dirt mat aside. "What the fuck" "Do you remember Finn saying they had the opportunity to study us closely ?" I pull on the iron ring, and a trapdoor opens up. "That's why there is a glass wall inside the dungeon !" Just like in the other basement, there is a staircase down to a dark room. I find a switch and turn it on. The whole room is illuminated in a faint yellowish tinge. "Are you coming ?" I go downstairs. "That smell reminds me of the little witch with the fiery hair". Martin laughs as he is following me.

Lance shouted. ... “Blaarg!” "Ugh...No one will ever get used to that sensation," Gerard growled as he spits his saliva on the ground. The stench of Henry puking on the ground was destroying the magnificent scenery that I had come across. Even so, I could see why it happened. My stomach was spinning as well, and I was on the verge of puking. This dungeon was unlike anything I or any other student had ever encountered. The gate functioned similarly to a link to another realm, in this instance a dungeon. The dungeon was not beneath the academy or this island, but somewhere else unknown, with the exception that the dungeon's entrance can be found on this island.

Sometimes it went on through his entire shift. The Dungeon on Level 85 was often the last place a colleague could be traced before being outsourced. Dink had no desire to be outsourced. Dink closed his eyes and deliberated whether to forward the information to Shroud or wait for more supporting information to show up. It wasn’t a good idea to bother Shroud with trivia, if he was in a bad mood. He might have a coke hangover. He could be ferocious then. Everybody got fucked up in Deep 6. It was the only way to survive in this bleak hellhole.

Darryl sighed as he ascended to the ninth and last floor. In the Acheron Tower, one floor was more dangerous than the previous floor. On the eighth floor, Darryl had encountered a dozen poisonous hedgehogs. Each of those poisonous hedgehogs was about two feet long! Darryl was at the Martial Marquis level, but he was unable to keep himself unscathed. He was stabbed a few times by the poisonous hedgehogs. Fortunately, he was not troubled by the poison. He merely felt some pain after he had been stabbed a few times. The hedgehogs' Internal Alchemy Elixir was exceptionally nutritious.

“I don’t want to go in there again.” “… It’s all because of you.” Dómr uttered as he pops a vein on his forehead. A Flare-Eater and a Hellhound… this combination burns up a lot of oxygen. “You almost died because of the lack of oxygen…?” I asked. “Not only that, this dungeon is dark and filled with lots of those things. Dómr and I had to bombard our way in with our ice magic.” “Seems like you had a hard time…” “Obviously. We have been killing thousands of those things non-stop for three hours.”

Seth The humid, rarefied air fills my lungs as I advance through the dark corridors of the dungeon. My footsteps echo off the worn stone walls, creating an ominous echo that seems to mock my presence. Each step I take is a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding this grim adventure. The dim light of a torch flickers in front of me, casting dancing shadows on the mossy walls. The flickers of the flame reveal the deterioration of the structure: cracks in the ceiling, peeling stones on the floor, and worn murals telling forgotten stories. These once-splendid murals now fade into the darkness, as if the dungeon itself has absorbed their vitality.

That’s just who I am! I grind while watching her walk out through the exit door, it was weird but Delilah and Lilith had almost the same walking step and as well almost the same aura, Lilith’s aura was stronger, more seductive and more devilish well Delilah had just lived few years and her!, since the Dawn of time!, but then again if she is Eve she too is very old!, hmm is this recantation?!. ^^^ With the sun down and the moon standing in its place erotic songs could be heard like the breeze whistling and the breeze blowing through the leaves and trees.

She said following the stairs and the sweet aroma of marinated chicken stew hit her nostrils "Wow.. I guess the person is a great cook.. she gushed happily and started following the direction of the aroma till she landed in the kitchen "Wow!! She exclaimed and took a drumstick from a plate "Hmmm" she moan as she Munch on it "Where's you manners Nirvana? You don't even know if the chicken is poisoned" " It's poisoned" Desmond replied and she turned to him at once but she wasn't seeing his face She suddenly clutch her stomach tightly and wince "Who are you? And why would you poison me" she groan " You saved me and still poison me?" she asked but Desmond kept mute

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.