Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

A young woman walked out of a room that seemed to be the kitchen as a heat wave accompanied by several delicious aroma spread out the moment she opened the door, she had an apron hanging from her neck and tied to her waist, her brown auburn hair danced on her shoulder like waves, her emerald green eyes twinkled as she smiled at the overexcited kid. “Marcus stop running around or you might get injured.” Genevieve said with a smile but Marcus didn’t stop instead he began to shout and jump around more wildly “Yay, I’m finally seven!” he kept yelling as he ran, he then ran towards his mom and jumped into her arms “Mom, I can finally receive the Hunter god’s blessing and move through the shadows

After putting on their PJs, they decided to play a short game of truth and dare before the games and movies and then sleep. The toy car was a suggestion from Jerry, they had wondered what to use for their large number of fifteen until Jerry suddenly pulled out a toy car and a mini remote controller to use. Daren had asked him where he had gotten it from and he replied that he was a fanatic of robo stuffs but his love for arts had made him give up on it and that successfully quelled the conversation. The first unlucky soul had turned out to be Carl, a cute-looking boy with dirty blonde hair and round grey eyes, he was a head shorter than even Drake who was considered average in height. He was

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.

It was painfully small, with shuttered windows, and the peeling paint all over the walls. Carl’s eyes locked on the cabin. His daddy and mommy were in that cabin. He wanted his daddy and mommy so badly it hurt. He couldn’t let this woman kill his Daddy. He had to warn him. He had to do something. Even though he was scared, and Giulia had a gun, Carl knew that he had to be brave. Just like Daddy Luigi. So, with a steely breath, Carl made the decision. Giulia scanned the perimeter of the cabin, but she didn’t see anyone standing guard outside.

he said, then motioned for me to follow him, which I did. Carl was something of a Jack of all trades. He knew how to do almost anything, and mostly he knew people who knew what he didn't. That being said, he was a resourceful man with a cunning mentality, but it came at a price. Carl never did things for free, so of course I wasn't surprised when he said I should follow him. He probably knew a thing or two about tracking down people. We walked down the trail. It was more or less a small footpath made by people, and it went down a sloped hill. We walked down that hill till we reached a stream.

Its growl grew into a tiny whimper. He pulled his claws out of its chest, only to ram it into its gut with so much force, he pulled out its stomach, “You will never, hurt another woman again.” Caleb grunted. He dug his claws straight into the Weres chest once again, and this time, its heart was ripped out. As he watched the life fade from its eyes, he felt an odd sense of relief.

“Drago?Seriously? Do we have to ride in this dinosaur of a jeep?” Nick groaned. “What? She’s still got a good 400,000 miles on her, don’t be mean to Delilah!” he teased. Everyone climbed into the geriatric jeep and buckled in. Madchen looked to the sky trying to avoid eye contact with her “boyfriend”.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.