Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

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

“Unlike you, though, I can be merciful. Just as long as you tell me what I want to know. Where might Carl go into hiding? What are his plans? Do you know anything about James’ plans?” She didn’t say anything, instead just glared at me as if she was trying to find out how much truth was in my threats. I narrowed my eyes at her and in the deadliest of tones that I could muster, I said, “Don’t test me, Lena. I have more reasons to see you bathed in silver than I have to be kind.” “Carl wanted to be king,” she said after a while. “He wanted to replace the lycan king while James became the rogue king.”

I was going to say something else, but a bellow ripped through the air. A second bellow followed the first, and dread filled my belly. “Amy.” Someone called, but I pushed harder. I lept through the final outcropping of trees and rushed towards a stunning cabin on a familiar hill. Blood scented the air. “No!” I screamed as I saw ten rogues circling a giant. A giant that was barely holding on. Carl was on his knees with blood pouring from his shoulder. “Amy.” His voice was soft, but there was nothing but relief when his eyes met mine.

Thinking about this made Renee's body tremble uncontrollably, just as it had in her past life. Carl's hand paused. A dark tide surged in his eyes, instantly extinguishing his interest. He pushed her away. Renee curled into a ball, desperately trying to control her fear. Carl lowered the car window and leisurely lit a cigarette. The tobacco smell filled the car as he smoked. His blood-red jade ring gleamed menacingly in the darkness. Under the streetlight, he smiled, looking particularly gloomy. His gaze was lazy, like a blunt knife scraping against Renee's skin.

Most importantly I needed strength to be able to withstand whatever problem Carl intended to drag me through. “Hey, man. Want to play a bit of game?” He asked as soon as I entered the house. Carl was sprawled out on a couch with a gamepad in hand, eyes glued to the television screen, a half-eaten box of pizza, and cans of empty beer next to the foot of the couch.

Carl took over, running wild into the forest with a zeal of catching whoever was behind his mate abduction, his leg carried him over dried leaves on the floor and he ignored any distractions on his way, the only thing he was concerned with was his mate. “Let's find mate, we need mate” Carl chanted inside me. His pace increased when we got closer,I was in full support of whatever action Carl was taking, but Marty must be found and Theo and the other culprit must pay. I was abo ut to step my foot into the border when a loud howl stopped me.

"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.

I tried to scratch him off me despite how I was dying to have him inside of me. “Yeah right! Your couchie is made of gold and promises, that's why just one night is enough for me to stick my neck out and go after the scariest mother****** in this region! Makes good sense doesn't it?!” Carl hissed at me as he slammed into me. My mouth hung open as he drove me to New heights of pleasure. Out here in nature with eyes we couldn't see watching us. I soon got tired of just giving and decided to take a well.

"That property management company you're so proud of is merely a minor asset within a third-tier subsidiary of my group. I had almost forgotten it even existed." Dexter's mouth fell open as a strange gurgling sound escaped his throat. He couldn't get a single word out. I glanced at him, my voice flat. "As for that Corolla, it was the first car I bought when I started my business from nothing right out of college. It has sentimental value to me, so I like driving it. Do you have a problem with that?" Dexter shook his head frantically, his face a mess of tears and snot.