Dungeon Basement Novels & Stories

Cortana, the woman who owns Jinx, wife of this branch’s mafia leader Jenson Santino, spent close to two million expanding and renovating the basement to be able to include werewolves in their weekly fights. We take the employee’s staircase, which is secluded and much narrower than the main entrance and find ourselves nearly twenty feet below ground. The ceiling is rather high, carved to look like some kind of tomb. There are arches cut within the stone, crafted into every doorway. Clusters of skulls and bits of bone protrude from the wall in random places. The newcomers stop and ogle at them, often running their hands over the skulls and snickering to their friends, curious if they’re real.

It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever come across in my long painful and boring life. “Wow.” Crystal breathed as we opened the private room on the same floor that overlooked a very giant play station, which was another floor deeper into the ground. Talk about a basement that had had a basement. Fomr what I was told, the Dungeon was 4 floors into the ground; and I couldn't begin to imagine the money that must have been used to construct all of that opulence. There were about 6 private rooms (which looked more like VIP booths considering that they just had three walls, and a railing towering over the stage.) on this floor and others that went further deeper into the ground.

Sebastian said, interrupting my daydream as he looked at his father seriously. “Why does it sound bad now that you say it?” Kristoff chuckles but you can feel the awkwardness in the situation. “It will never happen, Dad,’ Sebastian replied a bit irritably but I know that he cares so much for his father. The way his eyes were filled with so much concern every time that his gaze fell to his father. “Now that it’s settled,” Kristoff said. “Let’s go.” We all went down to the basement where the dungeon is located. It is not the same as the dungeon that we use for criminals. This was more of an emergency dungeon and for less threatening individuals.

I said, trying to push past him, but he held me firm. "Wait," he said, his grip tightening. "The basement is a maze. Old utility tunnels. If they’re down there, they have the advantage. We need to be smart." "Lucian!" Damian shouted, turning as my fiancé stormed down the hall, gun in hand. "The basement. If they breached the foundation, they came in through the old sewer access. I warned you about the stress points." Lucian didn't speak. He looked at the empty room, his face a mask of cold, lethal fury. He grabbed his radio.

I let out a horrified gasp when I see the implements lining the walls–whips, pliers, knives… The air is cold. “Are we in…” I trail off, looking up at Vikrov for guidance. He nods grimly. “A dungeon.” All the tools on the walls confirm it. This basement is made for suffering. As we walk down the last few steps, I see a cross covered in dried blood in the sprawling dungeon room, exuding an aura of sheer despair. In the corner of the room, I spot the two warriors who dragged Galen away. As soon as their gazes land on Vikrov, they lower their heads and bow in respect.

I felt it. Avim came to stand in front of me and turned his phone on, putting on the torch. I took the first step, my heart racing, pumping wildly. We descended the stairs in the dark, only Avim’s and Brayden’s phones used as flashlights. As soon as we reached the landing, Bernadette pressed her hand against the wall, looking for a light switch. A few seconds later, the basement was illuminated. The basement was incomplete. No wall or tiles. It looked more like a fucking dungeon.

The battlefield from humankind was more dramatic and louder than the fight against demons was, but it was all the same war in the end, meaningless as it was. The hallway was becoming dusty from the blasts outside and the crumbling cement inside. The agent who helped Jasmine was now leading everyone out, trying to find the stairs to go up a floor. “We’re on the basement floor. We need to go up one level to get to an exit.” He informed them while staying very low as he turned to them. “Who created a basement with no exit?” Jasmine asked in a low whisper scream.

I whined like a child. Well what else can I do!? He is behaving like a total Hitler right now! "Pfff! Delicate my a*s!" "Shut up Aden!" After the lunch Issac led me to the other side of the room that has another set of doors leading down. "Wait there are two basement under the house!?" "Yes so if you join them both the basement actually bigger than the house itself." "What if someone decides to take a per hole in the field behind the house they would realise there is a room underneath."

be fine in one of the smaller ones.” He was so close I could smell his cologne, something woodsy that made me want to do deeply inadvisable things. Before I could argue further, Maya’s voice rang out from downstairs. “GUYS. You need to see this. Now.” The tone made us both move. We found Maya and Jason in what should have been a study, standing in front of an open door that revealed a basement staircase. “There’s a whole fucking dungeon down there,” Jason said, eyes wide. “Not a dungeon,” Maya corrected, practically vibrating with excitement. “A playroom. A very, very specific kind of playroom.” My stomach dropped. “What kind?” “The kind Uncle Marcus apparently had hobbies we

Vincent stood up, yawning and hugged me before he walked inside. The old basement smelt of cedar, blood, death, and cold earth. It had been converted into a war room, there were maps, red pinned photographs, a digital monitor tracking movements in the woods. The underground basement was located on another part of the woods, far away for the kids.