Dungeon Crawler Carl Audiobook Novels & Stories

The sound felt foreign in my mouth, like an artifact of another man’s life. Esther’s head snapped toward me. For a fleeting heartbeat, her expression softened, some memory flickering behind her eyes, but then the shutters came down again. Carl hovered at the edge of the table, watching. His shoulders were tense, defensive. But when I crouched to his level and murmured, “Did you like the dragon?” his expression cracked. He hesitated. Then gave a small nod. “It’s… cool.” I blinked. “Cool.” “Yeah. It breathes smoke.”

Carl sat down next to him, his dick waving about, with Titania coiled ready on the other side. "Hey Jim." Carl grinned smugly. "Hey Carl," Jim said resignedly. "How's it going?" "Quiet over there." Alvarez called over at them. Carl kept grinning at him for a moment, then fished out his copy of Frankenstein from his bag. Jim knew it was only a matter of time. He stared fixedly ahead, trying to will his peripheral vision to turn off. It was hopeless. No matter how he tried to focus on the lesson, he was too keyed up for the madness to begin.

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."

As soon as Amelia picked up, it was a deep, raspy male voice—always sounded especially nice at night. "You cared too much about the head of the Johnston family." Carl's pale fingers flipped through a black-covered, yellow-paged book. It kind of looked like an old Book of Life and Death, with a creepy vibe you couldn't really describe. The two people standing next to him were both shaking, their legs just couldn't move at all. Amelia couldn't see this scene. Just by listening to the sound, you couldn't tell anything, you might even think he had already gone to bed.

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 followed Cain as he got out of the car, pulling the flannel blanket tighter around me as we walked through the cold garage and into the castle. Cain was right when he said that no one would be awake. The darkness that settled inside the interior of the castle was eerie but Cain was unfazed and walked through the castle like he had done it hundreds of times. I could hear our footsteps echoing down the long hallway, making it sound like there were twenty people walking instead of just the two of us. I stayed close by Cain's side, feeling much more comfortable with him as my guide as we made our way to the part of the castle that I recognized.

________________________________________ *CARL POV* Hi, I am Carl Davis, Lando's second in command. He’s like a brother to me, actually. He’s cold and arrogant, but he’s someone that you can trust and talk to. For years he has waited for his mate. Whenever he sees other wolves with their mates, he would get sad. Every day I prayed to the goddess that he would find his mate and be happy one day. It never once crossed my mind that she would be a vampire. When he fainted James called me to a corner and we chatted a bit. ________________________________________

HER RETURN Mission find Daddy for mummy. Diana D. Chapter 50: in his arms again Wait... Carl Warner is here? I paused as I stared at him. " Come with me," I heard him said and I nodded negatively, hesitating to accept his help despite the fact that he's offering me a helping hand. " You dont want to? " He questioned, and I nodded silently, praying he moved away from me. " Good, i would have fun watching all 206 tiny bones you have in there, crush," he answered, pointing to me and trying to turn away.

I thought about Liora. I pushed the thought away before it could grow and went back inside to start the day. Carl woke up in a good mood, which was usual for him. He seemed to wake up easily, moving from sleep to being awake without any effort, as if each new day was just a pleasant continuation. We ate and talked about our plan to go east in a few days. He told me about a specific bird he'd heard the night before, one that was apparently rare in this part of the country. I listened, asked questions, and let the conversation flow. For a while, I forgot about the men in the forest.

And I had also quit Karate, and that was for my own good because if you consider Cammie's undefeatable martial art and the aftertaste of our fight, she might probably use me as her favorite punching bag. As I sat on the library floor this evening, I kept asking Octavia a lot of crazy questions. We were on our quest browsing through dusty old books, but still no sight of the last diary. Instead, I found a few books about vampires, which I guess were the ones Cammie had told us about. I just wanted to distract myself from all the madness, so I started skimming through them. "How could you not be tempted while being around humans?" I asked Octavia, who was leaning her back on the shelf, reading