Dungeon Crawler Carl 6 Novels & Stories

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."

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 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.

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.

I tried to scratch him off me despite how I was dying to have him inside of me. “Yeah right! Your couchie is made of gold and promises, that's why just one night is enough for me to stick my neck out and go after the scariest mother****** in this region! Makes good sense doesn't it?!” Carl hissed at me as he slammed into me. My mouth hung open as he drove me to New heights of pleasure. Out here in nature with eyes we couldn't see watching us. I soon got tired of just giving and decided to take a well.

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.

Carl’s eyes land on me, and despite everything, he smirks, sending a shiver down my spine. “Should have known you’d pay them with sex to fix your situation,” Carl sneers. “Here I was thinking you guys had standards, but if you’re willing to fuck that, you clearly don’t, it's worse than a dog.” His words are venomous, dripping with contempt.

Once he realized how cold the world was without the pack’s protection, he’d know where his true harbor was. At the cottage. Right after I hung up, Carllo huffed. "Let’s steel our hearts and be done with these jerks! I’m going to go to war with these trolls!" He was ready to dive into a keyboard battle, but I grabbed his shoulder. "Chill. Constant fury is bad for the spirit. Let’s roll; I’m starving." "But—" "Forget the digital drama. I’ve got it covered. We’ll clap back tomorrow when the dust settles."

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.