Dungeon Books Novels & Stories

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]

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

******** When he finally got past his own guards, allowing only a couple to escort him… he arrived at his reading room. The reading room had belonged to his father once, and before that.. his father’s father and like that on. So there were years of deep history here. Damien entered alone, carrying only a lantern. He began pulling books from shelves one after another. Treatises on curses. Accounts of rogue shamans. Scrolls on blood oaths. Manuals on mind fracture during war. Nothing on what he needed. He kept going as the minutes became an hour. Then more. “Fuck..” he cursed in frustration as he still hadn’t found anything.