Dungeon Crawler Carl 2 Novels & Stories

Carl was wise and sharp to know that something was going on when he disappeared. Carl met a lot of ghosts and demons in different stages- such as ghosts one step away from becoming a demon, fully demonized souls, and half demonized souls- a lot of times due to the nature of his position in the haunted mansion. So Carl could tell the demon's breath in Lucas long ago. But because Carl treated Lucas sincerely as his friend, he did not report it to anyone in the haunted mansion and kept it to himself. He doesn't want to witness his friend being treated as their backup food.

♧THE NEIGHBOR♧ "Carl! Carl!" Amy's scream almost wake all the living things around their house. Her husband Carl, who's playing with Ezra and Finley with snakes and ladders got startled and left the two kiddos and run outside the house to look for his wife. "Carl! Where the hell are you? Come here!" She yelled again. "Mom! Stop screaming like that! That's so unprofessional!" Dolora shouted from her window at the second floor of the house.

But she can’t see me because this dungeon was well protected from every kind of witchcraft. This dungeon was protected by the core element that all the dark witches wanted badly. “Alpha.” Carl called me softly. "Did you bring what I asked?" I asked him coldly. "Yes, Alpha." he answered in a low voice. I took a deep breath and kicked the door of the cellar. It was made up of silver. So, I couldn't touch it. The door rattled a few times before it opened, hitting the wall with a bang in the end. I entered the cellar with Carl and a warrior behind me.

The sound of heavy footsteps was making William's ears pound as he scrambled upright in answer despite the way the world seemed to sway for a scary moment as he snatched the crossbow off of the floor and began to take aim. Then, he fired when the monster was a meter away. Using the large club, the Cyclopes deflected it with a hard blow, the silver arrow bouncing off uselessly before it struck a graduation picture of him in college hanging on the wall. Then, the Cyclopes slowly turned to look at him with an ugly, taunting smile that actually made William shudder in disgust at the sight of rotting, yellow teeth. “Dude,” he grumbled, “…don’t you even know what a toothbrush is?”

Rain poured harder, soaking through every layer of me until it felt like the sky was trying to drown me in its tears. My pulse thudded loudly in my ears when I saw him step out of the car. Tall and domineering. Damien Salvatore. Even his name scraped against my bones. He moved toward me with that same calm control that made everything else fade. I stumbled, shaking my head. “Don’t touch me!” His hand caught my wrist before I could take another step. The heat of his palm burning against my skin, steady and unyielding, like the world itself had chosen sides and I was sure it wasn’t mine.

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

Carl smirked as he took off his jacket, showing off his bare chest and studded muscles which were filled with various tattoo designs. . Amanda smirked. The mere sight of it turned her on. “Aren't you my naughty kitten?” Carl mumbled as he flung the jacket to the corner of the room. Adrian moved backwards so his body could come in contact with the wall. Amanda shifted on the bed, her back resting on the pillow with her heart rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The bed sagged and the mattress dipped as Carl climbed onto it, crawling towards Amanda with arousal in his eyes.

The dense forest parted like a curtain as the stone path wove upward to the Lycan Alpha's estate—Carl’s stronghold, fortress, and once, his lonely haven. Now, it was alive with footfalls and laughter, voices echoing down the corridors that hadn’t heard joy in years. Carl stood at the entrance, his eyes watching Maika and Caveen as they stepped over the threshold. The morning sunlight spilled across the great archway and onto their faces—warm, golden, and full of new beginnings.

Candy, a girl suggested and we nodded I knew in every sleepovers the games mostly played was T or D So I was much more prepared "Let's play the demons hideout! "She suggested making me frown That word demon kept playing on my head and suddenly I remembered why I was here..... Ohhh dammit!!! How the hell did I loose concentration?? "Do you agree to play Carmella? "I heard Carlisle voice and when I turned to face her, her face was now that of a demon with long nails and wings

Good Carl, you take this beating and you like it. Huffing I wrapped my hands around Carl's neck and began to twist and twist until finally with a ripping pop Carl's head came off completely allowing fuzz to go flying. Seeing red I wasn't satisfied by this end and turned to the dummy beside Carl. With a growl I lunged towards it extending my claws so that I could swipe them against the dummy's emotionless face again and again ripping it to tiny little shreds until all that remained was flying stuffing and pieces of fabric.