Dungeon Crawler Carl Audiobook Novels & Stories

the words came out in a terrifying voice and Carl was trembling so badly. “I don’t-know--- what you are talking about mister…, I think you might have gotten the wrong house” Carl struggles to say these words as he keeps on moving on the floor. “I can see it in your eyes human, you are wasting my time, tell me where she is or I will reap off your neck” Aiden says and his hands quickly changes and has tis big scary wolf claws, Carl has never seen such a thing in his life and he knew he was not dealing with a human at all, this was beyond what he thought and at this moment he even forgets he had a knife on him.

Hearing Nicole's description, Carl felt his scalp tingle from it. 'Nicole seems to have genuinely gone crazy! Oh god! I want to bring her out of here and escape so badly, but it is impossible to get out!' Carl thought. For the first time in his life, Carl felt his legs turn to jelly and wanted to drag Nicole and run. Yet, at this moment, Cara seemed to have broken down, "No, no..." He began to cough violently. He used all his might to beg for mercy. But the blood from his chest flowed up to his mouth, which terrified him even more.

“Let me see those muscles.” “Alright, Ben. You’re up,” said Haldir as he motioned with his hand. When Ben took the knife in his hand, the ancient writing carved into the side glowed gold in his hand as the raspy voice spoke inside his head in the old language. “What the hell’s that?” Haldir crossed his arms and pulled on his beard as he shook his head. “Is it speaking to you?” Ben glanced to the ground as he struggled to listen to the distant voice. “Yeah. Little good it does, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”

" Carl is quite strong and vicious, '' Alexis whispered into my ears. I didn't even turn to look at her but stared forward with a straight face "Indeed he is" I muttered with my hands folded together, very uninterested. At that point, seeing Carl just brought back the whole dreadful experience and disgusting moments we had. Remembering the way his stinking hands went round my body and ewwww his lips as well. I just wished I would have been the one fighting with him then I would have tried my best to shrew him to pieces.

Like, I could feel their breath, but it was weird that I couldn’t see them. And there was high-pitched laughter. On my other ear, I could hear Carl talking. He seemed to be sound asleep, but what scared me was that Carl’s voice was way different from the usual. I was very sure then that it wasn’t Carlo talking into my other ear. Why? Carl never learned a grudgy Latin accent.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Belle Rose knew that she would have an adventure while at the castle, and she sticks close to Fatima as they and everyone else had to walk around to the castle entrance. Belle Rose felt someone staring at her, and she didn't know who nor where the person is staring at her from. Annabelle gave the information and the drawing of the castle. Belle Rose place the information and the drawing of the castle in her backpack. Annabelle started the tour on the grounds, and they had lunch. Annabelle led the tour inside of the Hohenzollern castle, and Belle Rose felt something bad would happen.

she screamed, grabbing his hand on her waist. "You're such a pathetic queen, aren't you? You should just shut your mouth and bow before me. I thought you'd beg me to spare your lives..." Carl sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm tired of small talk," he said, drumming his fingers on the door in a rhythmic manner. He stepped away from the door as it swung open, and two of his men entered the room. One carried a tray of meager food, while the other held six bottles of water.

Caveen stepped into the grand hall, his shoulders stiff, cloak tattered with ash and blood. Every inch of him reeked of battle—his boots smeared with dust from the Council’s temple, his eyes still burning with the aftermath of unleashed fury. Carl was already waiting. He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his expression stone-cold. Maika appeared behind him a second later, her dark eyes sharpening as they fell on her son. "You came back," Carl said, voice low but trembling with barely restrained anger. "You damn fool."

Carl asked, running a finger along a dusty shelf labeled Bloodline Rebellion: The Forbidden Years. Ophelia ignored him and began stacking old tomes. But halfway through the hour, the power cut. The door clicked shut. Locked. “Tell me you didn’t do this,” she said. “I didn’t,” Carl said, but he sounded too amused. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re claustrophobic, aren’t you?” She glared. “Don’t.” “Your breathing just changed.” “I said don’t.” But his voice softened. “Hey. Wolfe. It’s just us. I’m not your enemy.”