Dungeon Crawler Carl Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

Carl said "Okay, so why am I here? I'm pretty sure your family doesn't include me?" "I have a secret lair." Carl said "Great. I've been taken to a lot of secret rooms lately." "Don't worry you just have to sit back and listen to my theory easy peasy." "It's not as simple as it sounds but let's hear what you have to say." Audrey said Carl led Audrey to a secret room. It was like a detective's doing a lot of digging on some syndicate. "Okay, what's the conspiracy theory?" Audrey asked "Well first of all let me welcome you Miss Audrey Stone to my secret lair." Carl said

He intended to have his revenge and would do anything within his power to make Carl's existence miserable. *** Carl and Brown had just arrived at a huge crib, one of the biggest Carl had ever laid eyes upon. Apparently, Brown had suggested to him that he would need the assistance of the Elitist to take down Shrevolsky Cartel. Each men at the hall way stood without a breath literally as Carl and Brown walked through the carpet. When the huge doorway was opened, Carl came face to face with the most beautiful scenery ever; the entire room was covered in gold and what Carl's eyes was the way the throne had be crafted. It was huge and could replace Zeus throne in Athens where Carl had gone for si

I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself. Camilla’s delivery no doubt. Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel. Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh. All the blood drains from my soul, my body instantly met with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch when faced with one casually dressed, and obviously majorly pissed off, Arrick Carrero.

Carl told him to play the music that he had given him last night for an hour while she was sleeping. Daniel quietly entered her room and played the music from his phone. It was nothing more than the sound of the meditative gong for the first 10 minutes followed by Carl’s voice telling reiterating the sequence of events that they wanted to believe as her life from the last seven years. After an hour, he left the room as quietly as he entered without leaving any traces of him ever entering the room.

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.

Years of surviving alone had taught me how to move like a ghost. The children's tent was small. Set apart from the main barracks but close enough to the command building that Karson could reach them quickly if needed. Protection and proximity balanced carefully. A faint light glowed from inside. Candlelight, probably. Soft and warm against the canvas walls. A gentle beacon in the darkness. I crept closer. Close enough to hear voices drifting through the fabric. "...and then the dragon said—" Carl's voice. Small and sleepy. That particular tone he got when he was fighting to stay awake but didn't want to admit it.

Xavier tried to force it open but it was an industrial door and couldn't be forced open . "Step aside " Carl said as he reached inside his pocket and brought out a skeleton key. He inserted it carefully inside the door and twisted it immediately, it came open and they walked in. Immediately they got in, the whole place was empty , not even a pin was there . "Shit !We're late" Carl said. "It's like they knew we were coming and they moved whatever was here immediately" he said. "This place doesn't look abandoned" he said as he touched the table .

Claude stood up from his armchair and replied: “Follow me” Claude took Carl to the old library connected to the study. The library looked aged and dark, as if it belonged to a fairytale castle: “The majority of books are written in Latin. I will teach you the language so you can read them” said Claude. “Did you see that red velvet book? Put your hand on it but don’t move it” Carl obeyed the order. Claude put his hand on another book: A big golden one. Then he said: “In three, pull it gently but firmly. One, two, three. And Voila!”