Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

Malakai said and he was already standing, grabbing his gun from his first drawer and walking over to Eden holding his hand out. "I already have someone in mind. If you'd like to accompany me...?" Malakai said with a smirk and Eden smiled back, placing her hand on Kai's outstretched one. "I'd love to." They exited the building together and walked side by side to Malakai's car that was parked in an underground parking garage that Eden didn't even know existed. "Has this been here the entire time?" Kai laughed a little at the clueless face of the blond and went to open the door for her.

An inexplicable sense of foreboding enveloped him. Approaching the building, he spotted a familiar figure standing at the entrance. "Mr. Cyrus," Carl greeted. His towering figure was clad in a black suit, and his expression was unreadable behind dark sunglasses. Even when standing still, his powerful frame radiated an air of preparedness. Though there were many within the Azure Clan, Cyrus recognized Carl immediately. As the former head of the Finch family, he knew well who Carl was—a man known for his efficiency, combat skills, discretion, and loyalty. Carl possessed many qualities Cyrus valued in a person.

And there, in the center, was my son. Carl’s eyes were no longer the soft gray of innocence but a glowing amber, feral and wild. His small body shook, his claws—claws, though he was still too young for a full shift—extended, tearing through wood and cloth. He snarled like a beast cornered, his breath ragged and his gaze unseeing. “Carl,” I whispered, though every instinct screamed at me to run.

" 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!

“Good. I’ll tell the men to move.” I reach for my phone, fast, and dial. Drew’s voice slices through again. “What the fu—! Lance, wait. I think Carl's called some backup.” My head jerks up. “What?” “There’s a car in view. Not moving forward. Just… on standby.” “Shit.” I hiss. I grab the binoculars from him without asking, slam them against my face, scanning fast. Carl’s outside the warehouse now. He's already seen his men, dead. And… he's dialing someone.

Crystal growths jutted from the cavern walls, casting fractured light like a broken prism. We caught up to her there. We spotted her near the far side, crouched low, eyes glinting in the strange light. Her skin rippled, muscles moving unnaturally beneath the surface like worms under plastic. Her left hand ended in something more claw than fingers. "Marta," I called, trying the long shot. "You don’t have to do this." Her voice echoed back, wrong in all the ways voices shouldn’t be. "She’s gone, Carl. What stands before you is progress."

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

I threw him into the dirt and spun around to face the rest of the unit. “Bring her down!” Carl shouted from the far edge of the property. He stood safely behind a line of armed men near the garden gate, using his own soldiers as a flesh shield while he barked orders. “Do not let her reach the tree line!” “You will die tonight!” I promised through a vicious snarl, though the words only sounded like a savage growl to their human ears. I ploughed into the center of the formation and let my claws do the talking, knocking two men off their feet and dodging a spear thrust aimed at my ribs.

All he had to do was just soften his tone a little with me the same way he'd always done in the past, say a few comforting words to me, and I would obediently give in, lower my head, and follow him home, just like I always did. With such thoughts occupying his head, he suddenly realized that he'd unintentionally made his way to the cave at the back of the mountain. "Stop making a fuss, Ayna," he said, calling out into the cave. However, the moonlight shone into the cave through the entrance, and he saw that the cave was empty. There wasn't anyone hiding inside at all. Carlson's heart suddenly dropped into his stomach. He still stubbornly went inside the cave. It still had the same layout as