Dungeon Basement Novels & Stories

They must've figured out about Jenny when they walked in and rushed. Passing the office where Jenny and Ethan were now occupying, I came to the basement door and headed down, slamming it behind me so that she knew I was obeying her. Although I hadn't been accepted as part of the pack yet, I knew some details about this packhouse thanks to Connor. What Jenny didn't know was this basement led into the dungeons and was soundproof for those above it. It was done so to keep the screams from tortured souls from reaching the main floor. I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to smell from up there either but just in case, I needed to come up with a plan.

A chill ran up his back and he shivered. ' No no no no. Please don't let it be. Don't do this please!' He screamed in his mind. "After you." Derrick snorted. Ben turned to him panicky. "What is going on?" " You climb down or I push you. Either way, you are going down." Ben said a prayer in his mind and started going down the stairs with Derrick right behind him still holding on to the collar chain. The basement was a 9 feet deep, rectangular box built with reinforced concrete walls. The unpainted walls had long wood planks attached to them as shelves on both length sides with some boxes here and there.

The sound reverberates inside the home, and I wait for someone to answer. The door swings inward as the man who hired me opens it and welcomes me inside. We make idle chit-chat as he leads me down a set of stairs. It is unusual to go down into a basement-like room in Florida, but the home is high on a sand ridge, which means the water table is way lower in this area of the county and would allow for this half basement. At the end of the stairs, I can see there are windows high up, near the ceiling, but they don't let in much light as they are tinted in some way. We turned a corner and the room comes into view. A small living area with couches and chairs greets us, but beyond that is an area

nodded solemnly, clutching the charm as a maid led him toward the upper floors. Vince cleared the hallway of non-essential staff, signaling two of his most trusted security detail to follow. This was a ghost hunt; the fewer witnesses, the better. Jane Bishop remained upstairs to oversee the nursery, her maternal instincts warning her away from the "chill" of the subterranean levels. The Breath of the Grave The moment they crossed the threshold into the basement, a wall of frigid air slammed into Chloe. It was a familiar, bone-deep cold—the exact atmospheric pressure of the Dungeon.

he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Dryzza was bewildered. Who was Tomoya, and where was she supposed to find him? Despite her confusion, her body moved on its own, as if controlled by an external force. She found herself navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the house, descending into a dark, manacing basement. The air grew colder, heavier, as she approached the dungeon at the bottom of the stairs. The dim light barely illuminated the stone walls, which seemed to close in on her. Dryzza's heart raced, a mix of fear and anticipation pounding in her chest. The dungeon door creaked open, and she stepped inside, her eyes straining to see in the gloom.

You deserve something better Wait Is Adrian trying to make me quit my job Maybe he wants to employ me into one of his firms Well I'd be grateful and happy Adrian : but we'll talk about that when I get back. Now follow me, let's go to my lair He held my hand and led me behind him Me: lair? Are you a dragon? He laughed We went to his storeroom and went down some stairs to a basement Whoahh This is a basement heaven Wow How can a basement be this large and comfy There's even a big bed TV Cushions A bar A snack bar

He says seriousness written all over his face. “Okay” I nod my stomach erupting in nervousness. He lets go of my arm and I follow close behind him as we head downstairs. The staircase leads to an underground basement where no inch of outside light can penetrate in, almost like a cave. The light is dim, but I can see red stains on the walls along with other gunk that I can’t make out. Walking deeper into the basement, the side of the paint chipped wall is covered with all sorts of crazy knives, brass knuckles, belts with spikes, handcuffs and much more. On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them.

Chapter 92 Vivian’s POV The heavy iron doors of the palace dungeons clicked shut with a loud, metallic sound. Down in the dark stone basement beneath the grand city, the air was cold, damp, and smelled of old iron and wet earth. The flickering orange light from the wall torches threw long, dancing shadows across the gray walls.

Alastor hollered defensively at that, yup, definitely obsessed, “Besides, it's my right to know! And I was just really worried, you know? Something bad had happened to W-… to her and I was just–!” “We get it, Al.” Harry raised his hand, “So does that mean we are going to break in on a super secret underground temple?” Sean ran a hand over his face, looking completely done with them, “I don’t think we have to go that far, Harry…” “...you two are no fun.” “And you’re crazy,” Alastor quipped, followed by another depressing sigh. “Oooh, you flatterer…” Harry feigned a swoon. Alastor actually shuddered at that, shoving him.

Father Michael caught him before he fell. Chukwuemeka turned and fired two warning shots down the hallway. The advancing footsteps paused. Only briefly. Damian reached the basement door. Locked. He kicked it once. Twice. The old wood splintered. They hurried inside. The basement was smaller than expected. Old storage shelves. Rusted filing cabinets. Broken furniture. Nothing more. Amara looked around desperately. "There's no tunnel." Damian's eyes swept across the walls. Samuel hid doors. Not tunnels.