Dungeon Crawler Carl 5 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

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.

Camilla laughed as Dante carried her up the stairs. .......... Geremia was busy with work when his phone rang with an incoming call, he looked at the caller ID, it was Carolina. Why was she calling him? Had something happened in the house? He picked up the call, "hey Carolina what's wrong?" he asked. "I did something wrong" she said in a trembling voice.

Sarn held Calista tightly as she waved. Laryn was blue, as I thought, and Tahr silver. Laryn stayed with us for part of the trip before veering off. I heard a great roar in the distance a while later. Filled with grief, I knew it was the blue dragon. A short time later, Tahr flew away. "How did you know what cards to play?" Bastian startled me from my thoughts of Laryn and his lost love. "I counted them. I wanted to be a great mathematician after graduating from college."

“ALL ELDERS, FOLLOW ME TO THE CAVERN, NOW!” Valerius roared, his voice hoarse with terror. He shot out of the collapsing hall, followed by the other elders whose faces were pale as death. Rayden, driven by instinct and the agonizing pain ripping through him, followed without hesitation, with Orion and Anya right behind him. They arrived at the entrance of the Ice Heart Cavern, where the two majestic guardian golems now stood cracked and broken, the light in their sapphire eyes flickering weakly.

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.

Lenin shrugged with a nonchalant expression. “Unfortunately, that is never…. Not until I use my special concoction. Otherwise, the healed skin will be smooth without any impression.” Carl smirked confidently. Lenin pursed his lips grudgingly, unwilling to give up on his best chess piece; from start to finish, he never had the intention of letting go of Carl, the 5 million he got from Daniel was enough to put him back on the map. But now it seemed like there was no two ways about it. Carl seemed determined to leave.

Caveen stepped into the grand hall, his shoulders stiff, cloak tattered with ash and blood. Every inch of him reeked of battle—his boots smeared with dust from the Council’s temple, his eyes still burning with the aftermath of unleashed fury. Carl was already waiting. He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his expression stone-cold. Maika appeared behind him a second later, her dark eyes sharpening as they fell on her son. "You came back," Carl said, voice low but trembling with barely restrained anger. "You damn fool."