Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones. Her heart stuttered in her chest when the huge animal turned to meet her awestruck gaze. Those piercing blue eyes never left hers as he stalked the couple of steps toward her seat on the bed. Her first instinct was to try to scramble away from the giant animal, but then he rested his head in her lap and whined. Without conscious thought, her hands traveled toward his familiar white ruff. They sighed in unison as her hands tangled there. Kelda nodded appreciatively at the sight. This little human was made of stronger stuff than they had realized. She slipped off the bed and cracked open the heavy wooden do

Carl growled, his voice laced with venomous suspicion. ​"I will. Now get out of my way." Chloe jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the door, speeding off into the territory while Carl stood alone in the quiet, dusty woods. He swore under his breath, wondering what possessed him to call his sister in the first place. Now, he would have to spend his days guarding his pack against a dying stranger who might very well be an assassin sent to end him. ***

That sneaky Arsehole. You get one Carrero … Not again. I feel so stupid that I almost fell for it. In fact, I DID fall for it. Arsehole. Utter Prick. Carrero is a devious snake, and he probably gives no more shits about tonight than he does about some random girl on the street going through the same ordeal. It’s all just a gameplay and another level of how he operates. He wanted my little sad backstory and now he has it, and I am left furious that he would pull the gentle hero card while I am in a fragile state.

I could not believe the arrogant Dave was about to play the game too. Tala shrugged of the thought of Dave embarrassing her as she joined us. I sat quietly... I was suppose to leave, what am I still doing here? "You! Tala pointed at me..is your turn." And i swear, my heart skipped. I looked at Kelly immediately and she nodded at me. Oh heavens! Help me not to fall into the wrong number. With a shaking hand, I picked one of the paper after Tala explained the game a little to the "C boys". It was 7 papers that were yet to be picked after i took mine.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

Xavier tried to force it open but it was an industrial door and couldn't be forced open . "Step aside " Carl said as he reached inside his pocket and brought out a skeleton key. He inserted it carefully inside the door and twisted it immediately, it came open and they walked in. Immediately they got in, the whole place was empty , not even a pin was there . "Shit !We're late" Carl said. "It's like they knew we were coming and they moved whatever was here immediately" he said. "This place doesn't look abandoned" he said as he touched the table .

Luther screamed out, rubbing his head in irritation. “We don’t have keys?” Cassius shouted nervously. “Just take fucking them…” suddenly Luther’s eyes caught the blueprint's box and he quickly rummaged through it. “Fuck yes!” He grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Noelle, Winnie and Cassius are waiting for them. Luther was entering the basement when a fired wooden roof fell just in front of him. He dodged and jumped back gasping for breath as his heart accelerated.

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."

I asked, shaking my head in question, remembering the fuss I went through to get that thing “Giovanni seemed sure that it was the real one and he ensured that I got it at all costs. I don't think he would be that inaccurate, especially when it came to something like this?” “I’m guessing that he made a mistake this time. Come on, I’ll show you, but it’s already late, and I don’t want anyone following us down there; therefore, please try not to make a sound” Dante said, looking me in the eye. I nodded, and watched as he opened the bedroom’s door, and following him out of the bedroom, the two of us walked down the stairs toward what looked like a storage room. He used a password and allowed the

Now, it was only a matter of time. Far from the pack, in the darkened halls of his own territory, Carl sat in his dark room, his eyes burning with frustration. Since his defeat at Damien’s hands, he had been nursing his wounds, both physical and prideful. He had underestimated Damien’s strength, but now… now he had a chance to strike back. His phone buzzed on the desk in front of him, pulling him from his dark thoughts. Carl glanced down, and as he read the message, his lips curled into a cruel smile.