Dungeon Crawler Carl 5 Novels & Stories

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.

That sneaky Arsehole. You get one Carrero … Not again. I feel so stupid that I almost fell for it. In fact, I DID fall for it. Arsehole. Utter Prick. Carrero is a devious snake, and he probably gives no more shits about tonight than he does about some random girl on the street going through the same ordeal. It’s all just a gameplay and another level of how he operates. He wanted my little sad backstory and now he has it, and I am left furious that he would pull the gentle hero card while I am in a fragile state.

Real. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, a whisper lingered: Nothing in the Citadel happens by accident. Citadel, Sector 5 Underrings The hauler screeched to a halt, and Samuel dragged Abigail out into steam and shadows. Sector 5 was nothing like the towers above. Pipes rattled overhead, walls wept condensation, and workers trudged through narrow alleys under the ever-watchful hum of drones. “This is paradise?” Samuel muttered. “No,” Abigail said flatly. “This is the part they hide.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Well since then, he had charged himself to do whatever was right to survive even if the only option was to let them rule over him. “You see, that is what I like the most!” Carl said as he glanced at the dead body and moved his head rhythmically. “We kill Candy soon and for Frank, how the hell is the mission I gave you doing?” “Not that bad, Frank's dungeon is hidden. We've detected two hefty skilled men protecting his cell. Calvin must have thought of what you were going to do next and secured him. Anywho, I have another alternative ” “Go on ” “The blueprint of his basement is with me. If we do go from behind the tower, it costs us less armor and fewer men that have to die. I am not trying t

We picked up our walk and crossed the street a ways down from the bus stop. Carl’s Automotive Shop had three full garage sections as well as a large lobby on the left-hand side. There was an upper deck that covered the whole back of the warehouse you couldn’t see into from the front. That’s where Carl lived. We got into the lobby where we opened the red lockers under the stairs and grabbed our official uniform shirts. Carl was leaning over the hood of a car with a flashlight shining down the side of the engine. I leaned over and looked at the area he was looking at.

Ariel:- ….6 years later…. I was making breakfast in the kitchen when my 5 year old twins came running from the stairs shouting and squealing in happiness. It's their first day at kindergarten and they aren't even ready, yet. Like always they are fighting over silly things. "Mommy! Mommy! Carl is not giving me my doll. He is threatening to kill my dolly." My five-year daughter Caroline A.K.A Carol complained, tugging the hem of my shirt not knowing that the doll is a non-living thing and can't be killed. I glared at my son Carlos A.K.A Carl and in response, he just pouted, showing me his puppy dog eyes. Caroline is the miniature version of me except for her eyes, she has got green eyes just l

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.

Thinking about this made Renee's body tremble uncontrollably, just as it had in her past life. Carl's hand paused. A dark tide surged in his eyes, instantly extinguishing his interest. He pushed her away. Renee curled into a ball, desperately trying to control her fear. Carl lowered the car window and leisurely lit a cigarette. The tobacco smell filled the car as he smoked. His blood-red jade ring gleamed menacingly in the darkness. Under the streetlight, he smiled, looking particularly gloomy. His gaze was lazy, like a blunt knife scraping against Renee's skin.

All these problems and headache on Larry s shoulder just because of a young determined thief, Larry did not know that chasing Zeus will be like chasing the wind since the Serum was not in his possession anymore. Carl creeps back home through the back door, jumps in his room through the window and slowly closes the window. "Boooh!!!" he trips down and falls as his annoying little sister tries to scare him, she goes on laughing out loud while looking at him on the floor. "That's not funny Ana, you should stop doing that or else.." "Or else what huh?" she says before Carl could even finish his sentence.