Dungeon Crawler Carl Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

I was going to say something else, but a bellow ripped through the air. A second bellow followed the first, and dread filled my belly. “Amy.” Someone called, but I pushed harder. I lept through the final outcropping of trees and rushed towards a stunning cabin on a familiar hill. Blood scented the air. “No!” I screamed as I saw ten rogues circling a giant. A giant that was barely holding on. Carl was on his knees with blood pouring from his shoulder. “Amy.” His voice was soft, but there was nothing but relief when his eyes met mine.

She walks to the door and sniffed the air looking for the scent that drove her mad. “Yes, he’s in the middle of something though. Are you sure about this?” The beta looked at her like she was crazy, “In your pajamas and sports bra? The last time you wore something revealing I got my lip busted!” Karina ignored his blabbering and followed her mate’s scent. Half-way along the walk, Luca disappeared from beside her. In the distance she saw her mate’s small but elegant office. Before she could even near it, she heard a voice much like Ivy’s speak.

For now it swallowed the sound and moved like a shadow as he stepped away, eyes cold as flint. He stopped at the threshold and looked at the broken figure on the floor — the man who had laughed — and something gentler moved through him, though no less fierce. “You won’t walk away from this,” Carl said quietly. “Not while I breathe.” Then he turned and sprinted toward the hospital, the note clutched in his hand, leaving unanswered questions in the dim interrogation room and fury on the stone floor. --- Back in the Ward Ariel lay back against her pillow when the door clicked and the corridor grew quiet again. She had heard something through the thin walls — a muted commotion, a man’s angry voi

"What are you shaking for, Carl?" I stood my ground, my pulse a rhythmic thrum against my collarbone. "If I’m just a 'blank' without a soul, why do you look like you’re staring at a loaded gun?" Carl’s fingers whitened as he gripped the armrests of his wheelchair. The mask of the grieving, injured heir was slipping, revealing the jagged edge of the predator underneath. Behind him, the opulent foyer of the Hale estate felt like a mausoleum, smelling of expensive floor wax and old blood.

Ironically enough, she has no qualms invading other people's spaces as means of intimidation… now that I think about it, she only does this to people (Nick, for example) she knows who couldn't win against her. Whenever I'm writing a heavy scene, I was listening to Team Cherry's Hollow Knight OST: Welcome to Hollownest by Christopher Larkin for inspiration. Harry Silvers and Sean White was the easiest characters to write for me; Alastor Nyx was probably the hardest. Proserpina actually has a cell phone... she probably just uses it to watch cat/dog videos most of the time though.

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

Curious as to why he was putting blood in his mouth. The boy didn’t know how long to let the blood drip; so, after about twenty minutes the boy started to feel a little dizzy. “You’re going to be okay, boy. I promise.” As the world faded into darkness the boy fell against the wolf. Coming back into consciousness the boy heard some strange noises. CRACKEL, CRACKEL, POP!

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.

They laughed together effortlessly, finding joy in the smallest things. “He really likes you,” Evana said as Arthur stubbornly refused to climb down. “Want to fly again?” Liam asked. Arthur answered with another bright shriek of laughter as his body soared through the air once more. Liam was still lifting Arthur high above him when a glossy black luxury car rolled onto the stone courtyard. The engine died with a low hum that echoed against the ancient walls of the Loghan estate. Then the rear door opened slowly. Evanka Collins stepped out gracefully in a wool coat, oversized dark sunglasses resting sharply against her face.