Dungeon Crawler Carl Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.”

Carl hissed, raising his head again to Dylan, who looked amused and unphased by his threats. Slowly moving around Carl, he started laughing. “ I am Dylan Gray, Carl! You infuriated me, that was foolish...” He stopped at the back of his chair and tapped his shoulder. “ And thinking that I was going to let you off so easily was dumb! ” Laughing out loud, he pushed himself back and started walking outside the dungeon. “ Break his arms and leg leaving him handicapped! ” Ordering his man, he stepped outside, as Harry followed him. Screams of agony were errupting from the dungeon, as the sickening sound of bones breaking, could be heard.

“And this place is a desert, Osoyoos Desert.” “In which country?” He asks. “Canada, located in North America,” Karla said. “We need to find the Desert Diner, so we can ask help from a friend of my mother.” “That is a good idea.” Helios goes his hand under his cloak and reaches out something. “And also, we need to find out where Master and the others went.” He shows her a book of spells, a sun engraved on the book cover. “We’re here, and the others went away?” She asked.

“You’re awfully quiet.” “I’m listening, Carl!” I growled, frustrated by his questions. Carl arched his brows. “That’s unusual.” I finally looked at him. “You’re also unusually chatty today.”.” Carl grinned. “And yet you still keep me around. I must have won a lottery in my past life.” I didn’t answer. Instead, I picked up my stick and headed toward the locker room exit. Behind me, the conversation about the Canadian prodigies continued. “…so the rich one is Lambert, right?”

" The voice of Axel Payne—Carl's close friend—echoed through the cracks in the wall. I froze mid-step, caught off guard for a second. As the most powerful Alpha in the Eastlands, Carl ruled over an empire of businesses. To keep his dealings private, his castle was riddled with hidden chambers. Moments later, the sound of something shattering echoed through the air again. Axel continued, "What do you mean you only ever loved Fiona? Maybe Daisy was just some Rogue you dragged in from the Borderlands, but she's spent years being a decoy, and she's never let you down!

He got enraged at an instant, and walked out of the shadows to empty the magazine in his handgun skyward. "What's up? You regard the Turmann family with such disdain, and yet you fear a man with no bullets left in his gun! What a coward!" Carl yelled out. Nicole could not help but break out in cold sweat for Carl as she thought, 'This dude is too reckless! What does he think is going to happen if they have a sniper!?' Unexpectedly, after a minute, the floor opposite of Carl opened up into a secret passage. A then stairway appeared before him.