Dungeon Crawler Carl 소설 & 이야기

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.

Carl was wise and sharp to know that something was going on when he disappeared. Carl met a lot of ghosts and demons in different stages- such as ghosts one step away from becoming a demon, fully demonized souls, and half demonized souls- a lot of times due to the nature of his position in the haunted mansion. So Carl could tell the demon's breath in Lucas long ago. But because Carl treated Lucas sincerely as his friend, he did not report it to anyone in the haunted mansion and kept it to himself. He doesn't want to witness his friend being treated as their backup food.

- John Carl he’s planning to smash the dagger of Raymart so that it will go deeper and kill the tank but it was not a simple task the more the Tank(2) gets irritated its attack patterns were changing! “ha... ha... ha... anymore longer and my stamina can’t keep up anymore...”- John Carl John Carl was in a dilemma if he would escape and live alone or fight the Tank(2) for a battle of survival both of these choices are hard. He is not that heartless to escape alone “what can I do...”- John Carl *GROARRR!!* The Tank suddenly charges at him! the tremor of its steps was like a messenger of death, the power of the Tank(2) is extraordinary and lv1 Tank can’t be compared

As the fire of revenge slowly engulf the soul of little girl burning into ashes of the powerful beta of half moon pack . Ten years . It took her ten years of hardwork to reach here ,at the pinnacle of glory . To gain the power to catch them ' The bloody rogues .' Elis pov Standing in front of the dungeon . I felt the trembling of my heart . Years passed as the sand slipping through my hand . And today came the day , I waited for since 10 years . Entering inside, the dark walls calmed my beating heart as the howls of pain relieved the ache. The horrible site pleased my eyes as the peirceing silver needles coloured the dark walls into deep red .

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.

He looked like he was ready to kill someone and there was some other guy behind him who was trying to convince him that he needed to calm the hell down. I didn't know who he was. I had never seen him around the pack before and he didn't smell of the pack either. Which meant Ellie must have let a rogue into her ground and she was letting him live with her in the house. Or he was at least helping out with the work around the pack - that was the only reason he would be with Luca. "We'll be seeing you soon Charl," Anna said. She gave me another hug and walked out of the house with a sinister smirk on her face. I didn't want to know what she was thinking but I knew it couldn't be good. Whatever w

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'm never going to make that mistake. Nevertheless, I'm not going to allow all of what Celine said to get in the way. I know she wants to get to me so I can give up, but that's not happening. It takes two to tango, and am an expert dancer. Darren hasn't admitted that's he's with Celine yet, so that means there's still hope. Watch out for me... The game just got real..... . . . Natalie's P. O. V

Lenin shrugged with a nonchalant expression. “Unfortunately, that is never…. Not until I use my special concoction. Otherwise, the healed skin will be smooth without any impression.” Carl smirked confidently. Lenin pursed his lips grudgingly, unwilling to give up on his best chess piece; from start to finish, he never had the intention of letting go of Carl, the 5 million he got from Daniel was enough to put him back on the map. But now it seemed like there was no two ways about it. Carl seemed determined to leave.

A short laugh escaped his lips, “the thing is we talk once in a blue moon, but we aren't that friendly with each other. But you don't have to worry about it, I will be back soon.” Kissing her forehead, Carl went up to his room to grab a hoodie as instructed. Draping it on, he went through the back of the house. There is a small gate installed at the back of the house. How Xander got to know about it surprised Carl. “I want to believe you haven't been stalking me, right?” Carl questioned the minute he got into the car. Xander sniffed, glaring at him. You think too highly of yourself and I find it really gross.”