Dungeon Books Novels & Stories

Those are the species that I am most interested in right now. Excitement courses through me as I make my way to the fictional section. This section is way smaller, only filling up a small fraction of the entire bookshelf. It seems our boy Ethan has a clear theme he is most interested in. Most of the books are about dragons, and the remainder have titles relating to war. Although I am not necessarily a pacifist, I am not particularly interested in reading books that contain wars. So, I pull out a book named “Princess Aria”.

Chapter 47: I pushed the door open, wincing as it let out a low creak, hesitating at the entrance before finally stepping in. I gasped, the room looked nothing like the rest of Damian’s fortress of a house. Despite the fact that it was large, it looked and felt cozy. Lived in. Sunlight spilled through half-drawn curtains, glinting off shelves lined with glass bottles and stacks of old books. And there was a lot of books! Books filled every corner—some open, others stacked haphazardly like they’d been read and reread a hundred times.

I walked over and opened it carefully. Each book had different designs on it; each was about the nature of dragons and the history of the Black Citadel. One book was labeled: History of the Dragon Houses. I smiled. This was exactly the kind of book I had been hoping to find. I carried it over to the small table near the window and sat down, tucking my feet beneath me.

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

Luna Lawson "That's by the way, let me see what these books are all about, are they novels or knight books?" I asked as I approached the table and stared at the written content on the novel cover. "They're surely romantic books. Can I get something different from this? I don't like romance books," I asked Abigail as I frowned, seeing the three books had erotic drawings on them. "No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library."

Dren explained. “That sounds beautiful,” I said, genuinely intrigued. “I hope we’re still here to see it. If Master Thaddeus invites us back, I wouldn’t miss it.” Dren gave a small nod. “I’ll pass along your interest. He’ll be pleased to hear it.” We arrived at a massive wooden door carved with dragons and suns. Dren pushed it open, revealing thousands of books stretching up to the ceiling. The scent of old paper and wax filled the air.

My wolf replied. I shook off the "what-ifs" that held me back and turned back to the towering oak shelves. My fingers traced the spines of leather-bound books, all of them layered in dust that made my nose itch. "Focus," I muttered to myself. "One monster at a time." I immediately admonished myself. I continued to look until I found the books my dad had recommended. I pulled the four heavy volumes from the shelves. The History of Shadow Entities, The Blood Rites of the Unseen, The Search for Shadows and one volume of Pack Lore and Ancient Threats. I carried them to a secluded corner of the library. The dust felt suffocating, but I wouldn't let anything stop me.

Dawn Smith was the little sister she never had. “Great!” Dawn said, happily “ooh, Harry Potter!” she added as she flopped down onto the bed, her black and purple striped hair fanning out over the bedspread. She snatched the book from Lena’s hands “I prefer Goblet of Fire” she glanced up at the older woman “it had dragons”. “So does Philosopher’s Stone”, Lena pointed out. Dawn blew a raspberry at that. “Hardly. It has an itty bitty baby dragon named Norbert but that’s it”, she said “nothing like the badass Hungarian Horntail” Dawn rolled over onto her stomach “hey, you do think dragons are real? That would be so cool”.

My eyes lit up and I immediately forgot about his wardrobe and went in that direction instead. Books. Several books. They were neatly arranged. The first line was filled with historical books. Mostly about our origin and conquests. The other parts were filled with sci-fi, fantasy books, comics and thrillers. I never knew Damon to be an avid reader. I guessed I judged the book by its cover. A particular book caught my eyes. It was at the end of the shelf. I knelt and pulled it out. It was heavy. I turned the book over to read the title.

There were numerous bookcases in rows, and the books and papers were dispersed all over the place. I could tell that while the majority of the books were research articles, some of them contained skills. "Research into human mutations." It was the title of a book I had picked up at random. I sighed and took a step forward. The dungeon gate was soon in sight, and as long as I touched it, I would receive a reward. I was positive I was the first person to stumble upon this dungeon. On the dungeon gate, I put my hand. [Discovered - Lost Civilization Dungeon]