Dungeon Crawler Carl 2 Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

“It’s just...sinking. Slowly. And possibly alive.” “I’m starting to think Charlie let us come out here on purpose,” Ben said. “Like a final ‘good luck, dumbasses’ before we step into a trap.” “Guys...” Jax’s voice went quiet. “I think we’re stepping into a trap right now.” The ground squelched beneath them—then clicked. Gunner’s eyes widened. “Don’t move—” Too late. Runes hidden beneath the mud lit up in sickly green. Tyler swore. “Son of a—”

Carl crawls onto the bed, his hands gripping my ankles, yanking me toward him. He flips me onto my stomach, and before I can even process the movement, his palm slaps my ass. The sting is immediate, sharp, and I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “Count,” Dame orders from the doorway. “One,” I gasp. Another smack, this one harder. My skin burns. “Two!” Carl’s hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs in tight, punishing circles, and I whine, my hips lifting off the bed.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

I hate people who play with my feelings and make me look stupid. That single snitchy life won't even compare to all the important people I have lost through the so-called master. Let me just hope river is that smart. "Soon angel, very soon" carl whispers bringing my mind from the dark place it's traveling to. "He is in the dungeon boss," one of carl's boys says and my heart skips in delight. Does he mean River is in the dungeon? "Babe?" I remove my hand from his hold and instantly halt in my steps.

VERENA "I had a strange dream," Carlisle begins, his voice hesitant. "I was in a fiery world, riding a chariot made of flames." Dory's eyes widen in concern as she listens to Carlisle's words. I can't help but notice the way her gaze lingers on him, filled with a mixture of worry and hope. He also seems to stare at her but avert his gaze quickly. What’s going on? "I felt a power within me, a force that I didn't know existed," Carlisle continues, his voice trembling slightly. "I was fighting shadows, destroying them with a fiery weapon."

Now, it was only a matter of time. Far from the pack, in the darkened halls of his own territory, Carl sat in his dark room, his eyes burning with frustration. Since his defeat at Damien’s hands, he had been nursing his wounds, both physical and prideful. He had underestimated Damien’s strength, but now… now he had a chance to strike back. His phone buzzed on the desk in front of him, pulling him from his dark thoughts. Carl glanced down, and as he read the message, his lips curled into a cruel smile.

a high atmosphere and I saw that Carson had to come the Gabriel claw and hear a couple of cumps. Karson and laughs were laughed in Gabriel. "Get ready for hell." I was shy and stone with a criminal to the crisis. Tarbed and considering them, they will receive more stones. Gabriel was unique and his or her neck, but before being able to shine, Carson disappeared in the smoke. "Where is it?" I asked and looked around. Carlisia picked up a piece of wood dying on the ground, one of her parties were sharp and fragile. "Ha I." I heard a voice behind her before and I was aware of the threaded by her neck across the forest. She was her rubber bleeding in the past of Karson's nails and became breath

or the best I can. I could press the button and get out of here if I really wanted to, Zane would be down here so fast it would give me whiplash, but I’m not going to give the king of the castle of dark and creepy things the satisfaction of watching me crumble again. I don’t know when I feel asleep but when I wake up its to see Calder leaning against the cell wall, feet crossed at the ankle, muscular arms crossed of his brood chest and his eyes train ed on me.

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.