Doll Dungeon Novels & Stories

Broken racks and wooden crates lay scattered across the floor, covered in thick layers of dust. The air smelled like mold and old iron. Darius glanced around. “We’re inside.” My pulse thundered in my ears. Above us, faint sounds echoed through the ceiling. I could hear footsteps, voices, and metal clanging. Draven lowered the lantern again. “The dungeon corridor should be through that door.” A narrow wooden door stood on the far side of the room. I stepped toward it slowly. My hand rested on the handle and for a second I hesitated. Everything we were about to do balanced on the other side of that door.

Lucas was just staring at him blankly until he made his way out. Zera entered the room and collected the ashes of the contract. “Shall I call on the next?” she asks, and Lucas just nodded, feeling sleepy. Zera went outside his office, carrying the ashes and disposed them in the huge Tree of Death in their lounge area. Domus Malum, or the “House of Evil” is nothing like a creepy place that most movies make as the devil’s nest. Lucas made it look like an ordinary office with minimalist designs, it has a wall of shelves for books, a nice lounge area for the guests and a huge piano beside the Tree of Death, where the contracts of their clients serve as the soil and the tree being fertilized by t

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

"If this malificient got to know about you, she scrap our skin out of our body." "GIRLS OPEN THE DAMN DOOR", knocking turns into banging making their heart fall in the pit of their stomach. "Shit Shit Shit we have to hide him", lilly panick looking at the perfect place to hide. "Era under the bed," she whisper standing near door pointing towards bed. "OPEN IT ITS MY LAST WARNING" she growl from outside.

The talking and laughing continues. "Is there someone inside? hello," Don said again yet nobody answer him. He tries looking through the window maybe he will see what is going on inside but curtains from inside were used to cover the window, so nobody can see what is going on inside. Then Don listen attentively to the conversations, he discovered that it is the same statement that they're repeating and he open the door went inside slowly. There's nobody inside, it was radio that is playing. Don switch off the radio and search rooms in that house, he found a pistol loaded with bullets under a cupboard, Don pick it and he come out from the house to look at the body of those zombies he killed.

My senses are dulled and my eyes refuse to pick signals sent by my brain. I try again and again till I feel like I am slowly getting a hold of my body. I feel like my struggles continue for hours, until the effects of the drug dulls away and my organs can take simple commands once again. My eyes flutter open at last and disappointment fills my heart when I see that I am in some poorly lit, damp dungeon which smells of bad water, urine and stale food. There is also the choking smell of death clinging to the damp air of the place. Why do dungeons always smell bad? I ask myself.

Their intel indicated that the goblin rebels were holed up in one of the abandon mountains in the agricultural district of the Underland. Although Damon was of the mind that every corner of their limited space underground should be utilized to its maximum potential, there was still much to do in his lands to make that possible.

Pox went to his desk and turned on his computer. Ember followed him and stared down at the screen of his computer. Pox opened the documents and clicked a file entitled 'DD'. Pox sat on his chair while Ember is standing behind him. Pox inhaled. "Okay, so basically, DD is a doughnut shop, which means Dunkin' Doughnut," Pox said, sounding so proud of his discovery. He looked behind and stared at Ember’s frowned face. Ember shut her eyes and open them to glare at Pox. "Are you? Are you playing with me, Pox?" Ember exhaled. “Do you think that’s the evidence? A doughnut?” Ember pointed to his screen.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

“Based on our investigation, we are certain that the previous chief is being held in Dragon’s Dungeon.” Dragon’s Dungeon? Andrius was slightly surprised. “You can go now.” “Yes, Chief.” After the man left, Andrius and Noir frowned. Dragon’s Dungeon was one of the most infamous prisons in Florence. It was located near the Central Warzone, under the jurisdiction of Baron Von Doom, the Central Warzone Master. Only the most notorious criminals with extraordinary power or unusual foreign spies were locked up thee, and Black Hawk was one of them. The security was so tight there it was impossible to break out.