Dungeon Crawler Carl 6 Novels & Stories

In the sixth year of willingly serving as Alpha Kane's cure, I was finally dragged out of the dungeon. He didn't even look at the blood as he poured it out. His voice was flat. "My wolfsbane was cured a long time ago. And your parents were never cursed." He stepped around the blood pumps stacked on the floor like the sight of them disgusted him, looked down at me, and sneered. Six years of devotion. And this was how I learned the truth.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

The stunt June and I pulled through earlier must have damaged the core engine inside my left airkicks. —uh-oh! Looks like Hale is now out of airkicks! The Rearguard is in trouble and the Golden Crows are down one player! I tried to regain my balance while in the air, which is really difficult considering only one of my airkicks is stable and the other pair is badly damaged. Still, I tried my best to get as close as possible to the action. I'm not about to sit out this one important game of my life. —and she recovers! Hale makes a desperate race to the action with her remaining airkicks power—

I threw him into the dirt and spun around to face the rest of the unit. “Bring her down!” Carl shouted from the far edge of the property. He stood safely behind a line of armed men near the garden gate, using his own soldiers as a flesh shield while he barked orders. “Do not let her reach the tree line!” “You will die tonight!” I promised through a vicious snarl, though the words only sounded like a savage growl to their human ears. I ploughed into the center of the formation and let my claws do the talking, knocking two men off their feet and dodging a spear thrust aimed at my ribs.

And there, in the center, was my son. Carl’s eyes were no longer the soft gray of innocence but a glowing amber, feral and wild. His small body shook, his claws—claws, though he was still too young for a full shift—extended, tearing through wood and cloth. He snarled like a beast cornered, his breath ragged and his gaze unseeing. “Carl,” I whispered, though every instinct screamed at me to run.

"Children, this is a war council. You shouldn't be here." "But we can help," Carl insisted stubbornly. "We have special powers. We can do things other wolves can't." "What kind of things?" Matthias asked, his tone caught between amusement and exasperation. The twins exchanged glances. That silent communication I had come to recognize so well. Then Carl pulled a small knife from his pocket. Before anyone could stop him, he drew the blade across his palm. "Carl!" I lunged forward, my heart seizing with panic. Blood welled from the cut. Bright red against his pale skin. The elders gasped in horror.

Carla said, "Let's go to the arcade and play some games there." Carla's actions drew Lilith's attention. As she watched Lilith gaze at the arcade's entrance, she could see her eyes light up with excitement. Carla shouted, "Let's go!" and snatched Lilith's wrist. Carla and Lilith then entered the arcade, with Tio and Victus following close behind. Carla offered to Lilith that they play a machine where they could get stuffed animals, and Lilith consented to Carla's proposals with a smile.

"Who are you, Arabella Greene?” "I've got someone watching. We'll find out who owns that car eventually.” Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of Carl's building. Carl had texted the group chat earlier: sick, bored, come over. Adrian was the last to show up. Inside, Aiden and Derek were locked in a furious game battle on the TV. Carl was sprawled on the couch under a blanket, providing color commentary. "You look like death." Adrian clapped Carl's shoulder. "Feeling better?”

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-“

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.