Dungeon Books Novels & Stories

He looked at Jon without interest. “I was wondering if you could order a game for me or if you knew the company that put it out. It’s called Dark Dungeons.” “It’s one of them weird ones like Dungeons and Dragons.” “Yeah.” With a sigh, the old man pulled out a mammoth catalogue and flipped through it. “Got a card game called Dark Cults.” “That’s not it.” “Then I can’t help you.” “You have no information on it?” The old man stabbed at the catalogue with an irritated finger. “It’s not in the book!”

said Damien curious . " It's boring to stay in the room without doing anything . It's not that annoying to only be cleaning without doing anything else but still........it gets boring and a person needs to have something for their own fun . Computers are already taken by others , there's not even a TV so........The only thing that I could do is , come to the library and read some books to entertain myself . " said Charlotte smiling . Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons .

He was even getying mad while hearing the words from a knight drom the duchy and I fekt bad for his aide so i just asked him to go for now since I had to do some things as well like this. There, I walked through in between of two big shelf and looked through books. As I was doing that, I saw how many times I spent in here as most of the books here are familiar with me and I finished all of it. Just how studious am I to almost finished everything im these two shelves? There, I kept walking and walking until i finally found a book that is not yet familiar with me. It is a red book with aome gold linings at it

Things are moving quickly so I should as well. Reaching the large doors of the dungeon, I shove them open, the hinges groan loudly echoing down the stairwell. I descend down the stairs my boots slapping against the cold stone. That same sick feeling washes over me, the smells of this place once again making me weak at the knees. The rancid smell of death down here is like walking through a large village of commoners who dump their sewage in the middle of the street. Along with the smell that is so similar to feces there is a pungent sweet smell mixed in that makes my stomach churn. My nostrils burn with every intake of air and my stomach twist with a sour feeling. Heightened senses can be a

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

Into a basement I didn't even know existed. The room was small. Dark. Lined floor to ceiling with shelves. And every shelf was packed with books. Scrolls. Documents. Leather-bound journals with pages so old they looked like they'd crumble if you breathed on them wrong. "Tormund," I breathed. "What is all this?"

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

Different genres of books line the shelves, their spines whispering promises of forgotten tales and undiscovered knowledge. “Woah, how did I not know of this magnificent place?” Joy bubbles within me at the sight of this treasure. “Did Damon intentionally put that painting to lead me here?” My voice echoes in the vast underground library that looks the size of three chambers. My steps quicken, and I begin to explore the books on the shelves. There are lots of books- ranging from history books, to mind building books, fantasy, and other about the principles of being an Alpha. Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels.

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around me as we looked out at the view. An hour later Gabe was called back to the office for an emergency meeting, and I browsed through the library in the penthouse and found a book to read. I was far into the book when I thought I heard a noise. I knew Gabe wouldn’t be back this soon, so I got up and searched the apartment and didn't find anything. Maybe I am just hearing things? I walk into the kitchen brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and walked back with my mug into the library to continue reading the romance novel. Once settled on the comfy oversized chair I took a sip of my tea set down the mug then picked up the book. After thirty minutes or so as I