Dungeon Born Book Novels & Stories

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.

Dan said, and I nodded. Soon after, we got to section B-2, and Beta Dan started pulling out some books. “I believe these ones are more likely to have what you’re looking for,” he said, handing me a book and another while he himself kept busy studying a page. I started to fiddle with the first book, scrolling page by page. The images and writing fonts were good, but not what I came for, so my interest dwindled. I believe I was reading something about rogues from the eastern side when I started to feel woozy, my eyes heavy and battling to stay open.

“That’s right. In your world, you get to make the rules.” Their words confused me. Fortunately, Mandy explained, “All dungeons were born from pain. Everyone had suffered greatly when they were alive. But if they didn’t face their fear, they would remain trapped in that pain forever. Over time, they would forget who they were and become mindless killing corpses within the dungeon.” “Bringing you and Jack into the dungeon together was the Boss’s idea. He wanted to force you to awaken on your own, so don’t blame him. If you didn’t awaken for too long, the Supreme God would erase you.”

It seemed Chester wasn't about to give up just yet. Finally, I found proof that he was colluding with the thieves. I told the assistant to inform Felix that it was time to close in. When the bodyguard led Chester to the basement, he looked completely full of himself. He filled a dog bowl with food and pushed it in front of me, sneering, "You were pretty smug the day the bank was robbed, thinking my life was over, right? You had no idea I'd turn things around, huh?"

My tension skyrocketed. Something was amiss. The torn out page held a secret. A deep secret whoever tore it out didn't want someone else in on. And the next page was even more baffling. Her mother was already weak during her birth. And the information around that was even more sketchy. There was more to this… “Fuck this!” I sighed to myself, and made my way to the dungeon. Most of my prisoners were important members of their pack. I had a handful from Riona's pack.

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

I took the back and went to the kitchen to ask the scholar some questions. “Do you know how to read these?” I asked him excitedly. He took a look at the book and smiled. “No, however, I know you can.” he said. He was right. The english text on the book was a little note from whoever wrote it. “There are more like me, more like you, we can be found anywhere and most of us have made our mark on this world. Do not try to find the reason for how we got here. Try and find the reason to stay.” That’s what the note said.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Sweat drenched her body. Diana realized that even when this dungeon was hers, she was not completely in control of this area. In fact, she was not immune to the heat and the burns at all! A sudden conjecture appeared in her mind at this moment. ‘Is it possible that the dungeon spell is not about me creating a place out of thin air, but connecting two places through dimensions?’ Suddenly, it all made sense for Diana. Diana frowned upon witnessing how the one thick-furred behemoth turned into a flamed behemoth! Its newly grown fur was crimson and it was clearly fire resistant! This discovery did not make her falter at all.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.