Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.

Rain poured harder, soaking through every layer of me until it felt like the sky was trying to drown me in its tears. My pulse thudded loudly in my ears when I saw him step out of the car. Tall and domineering. Damien Salvatore. Even his name scraped against my bones. He moved toward me with that same calm control that made everything else fade. I stumbled, shaking my head. “Don’t touch me!” His hand caught my wrist before I could take another step. The heat of his palm burning against my skin, steady and unyielding, like the world itself had chosen sides and I was sure it wasn’t mine.

Now, who is Carl? Carl is an asshole, alright. I've been able to gather that from shit I've been seeing online about him even though we've never chatted before, but I do see him around. He's an English major. I've been called a player for as long as I can remember, but Carl is the real player. I bet he had lost count of his bodycount at this point. He's such a manwhore, and he had serious issues too. I guess that's what made him popular. It's really none of my business, but I'm just disgusted like that because I can.

Just as I stared at the entrance, two men then rushed to me. Carl, Damon. They are responsible for the upper trade market and have been working under me for a few years. I stared at them standing in front of me and smiled. Firstly, firstly I met with Kelvin, the underground runner, and now… They smiled and quickly greeted after lowering their head. “Boss, boss. They both spoke at the same time. Carl and Damon had been friends from the orphanage. I had picked them up on the street after they had run out of the orphanage, and although I didn't intend to use them, they still requested to assist me.

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 .

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

" 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!

However, he knows that Luther has to stay because Carl is the only one who is working in this direction, and at the least, he has the stone. For now, Carl is waiting for Garrit and Luther. They have been trying to gather information about this ancient vampire. They know that he is ancient because of the strength Carl had felt. They grow stronger with age and time. But they needed to know how old he is and if he is working with Damion and his friends, then they need to get rid of him to progress further. Carl doesn’t know if Garrit or Luther have managed to gather any information, but they have decided to meet today and relay whatever they find. Carl himself could not find anything and he doe

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.

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."