Dungeon Basement Novels & Stories

Saying that out loud made something click in my head, “Wait, bring the blueprints of the house again.” He rushed and did as I asked. Then he handed it to me and stood beside me while I started looking through the printed papers. “There is a tunnel that leads to the basement.” I said, tracing the line I was seeing. “How did they know the dungeon has a back entrance that wasn’t used. Theres’s barely any light or even security there.” I spoke, my body trembling with the possibility of me finding a way to prove this is all just some kind of crazy misunderstanding.

Kelsa realized that the doctor's plan was feasible but extremely difficult to execute. How were they going to hide two life babies from two scary bodybuild guards without them making a sound? Actually, this basement did not have a window. It was specifically designed with only one way to exit. The door. What could they do? "Yes! I know what to do!" Doctor Brown said excitedly as he thought of a plan immediately. He used gauze to cover the mouth of the little ones and used plaster to shut them up. After that, he hid them behind the door in an orderly manner.

A sound of relief escapes his lips while he turns to look upon the plantation. The underground dungeon is a massive room that is divided into other separate rooms. At the entrance to this forsaken place is the hallway that is made from dirt and rock. Within the side of the makeshift walls are rooms with metal bar doors. There are about twelve different rooms, six on each side. Each of these rooms has a woman that is chained up and without clothes. They all over scars from their time down here which are tall tale signs of the beatings they took until they submitted to their fate. Salavanta looks over to her two crewmates. The loud moans are brushing through their minds. All of them, all the p

Lena's pov The basement wasn't a dungeon. That was my first surprise. It was a wide underground room with concrete walls, a cot in the corner, a small bathroom, and a weight bench nobody had used in a while. It smelled like motor oil and damp concrete. Not pretty. But not a torture chamber either. Axel pushed the door open and nodded inside. "Sit down."

The horde of Sucrose Zombies and Shadow Crawlers was getting closer; the sounds of growls, hisses, and clicking filled the tunnel. "We don't have a choice!" Bima said, grabbing Lia's hand. "We have to go into that basement!" Riska nodded, then pointed to a small gap beneath the collapsed rubble, where the Master AI was projecting a path. "Quick! We have to get in before those zombies reach us!" Riska yelled. The three of them crawled into the narrow opening, Bima dragging his aching leg with Lia helping him. The gap led downward, into even deeper darkness. A powerful, foul stench, worse than that of a Lurker's Slime, wafted up from below.

My foot catches on something—something soft, something decaying. The corpse beneath me shrivels, withering like dried-out leather, its skin peeling away as if reality itself is rejecting its existence. I am ushered out of the closet, stepping over rotting bodies, and into what was once my safe place—my bedroom. Or rather, the graveyard it has become.

“It’s not over. There will be more.” Before Sienna could reply, the front door burst open, three armed men charged in. Enzo pulled Sienna with him toward a hidden panel in the wall. “Come on!” “Where are we going?” Sienna followed him, her voice panicked. “To safety. Go, now!” Enzo pushed the panel open to reveal a narrow staircase. They descended into a dimly lit underground passage, the sounds of gunfire and shouting fading behind them. Enzo closed the panel and turned to Sienna, his face hard.

Jenny flinched, blinking rapidly as the light illuminated the expanse before them. The stone section of the basement was the original structure that had existed long before the mansion was built fifth years ago. The basement was dark and smelled of dampness and mold; Jenny had never been allowed to play in this area as a child. Jessica took Jenny's hand, leading her past old wine barrels, dilapidated wooden shelves, discarded tools, rotting bags of potting soil, and heaps of furniture that had been stored there over the years. They hurried up a short flight of stairs that opened into a basement Jenny remembered playing in during her childhood.

‘Good thing the den is soundproof,’ he thought to himself. The basement of the den occupied the whole lower area. It had concrete floors and small windows at the top of the walls. It was only the second time James had gone down to the basement. The cordoned off area of the basement had been forbidden to them, until now. James was beyond caring about the rules, beyond reason. He had Dave and he was in the basement. That part of the basement smelled musty and of old blood and urine. There was a layer of dust on the surfaces and James could tell that it had been a few years since anyone had been down there. The smell irritated his nose and he felt for the light switch on the wall.

I walk into my downstairs office, where I always keep a change of clothes, and I take off my robe and put on a black T-shirt and blue jeans. I walk out of the house and take the car so I can get to the dungeon fast. The dungeon is under the main building. It was built into the secret passageways that run under the pack, but the main building and the Alpha's house are the only entrances into it. I park my car in front of the building and Lachlan is waiting outside for me. “If you're out here, who's down there with them?” I asked him as we walked inside.