Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself. Camilla’s delivery no doubt. Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel. Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh. All the blood drains from my soul, my body instantly met with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch when faced with one casually dressed, and obviously majorly pissed off, Arrick Carrero.

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-“

They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary creatures of demons carved in the wall, some shivered at the sight of it but Hinamori cheered them up, the decision to come here and they must achieve what the desire. Their eyes were fixated on the walls not noticing what was waiting for them. One o

I was feeling really weak, hungry, and tasty. Someone walked into the dungeon and I glanced up to see Carl with a smirk on his face. "You don't look so good princess, are you hungry, do you want water? He asked in a mock tone and I glared angrily at him. " if you want to get out of here, it's easy, all you need to do is apologize," he said with a smirk. But I didn't answer him, he's not going to break me or see me beg, never. "You are not going to say anything, I think you like it here, so I'll just live you here for another day," Carl muttered, walking away.

a high atmosphere and I saw that Carson had to come the Gabriel claw and hear a couple of cumps. Karson and laughs were laughed in Gabriel. "Get ready for hell." I was shy and stone with a criminal to the crisis. Tarbed and considering them, they will receive more stones. Gabriel was unique and his or her neck, but before being able to shine, Carson disappeared in the smoke. "Where is it?" I asked and looked around. Carlisia picked up a piece of wood dying on the ground, one of her parties were sharp and fragile. "Ha I." I heard a voice behind her before and I was aware of the threaded by her neck across the forest. She was her rubber bleeding in the past of Karson's nails and became breath

He couldn’t help but be awed by the different antiques he saw. “Once we get you treated, I can show you around. But first, let’s take care of your wound.” “Yes, sir.” Carl sighed, and he knew this man was still guarded against him. “Right, what’s your name?” “I’m Ethan Castro, sir.” “Call me Carl. And to remind you, I hate being called sir.” Carl then hopped into his Ferrari parked in front of the museum. Ethan followed him as he kept a cloth in his wound. “So tell me, Ethan, why were you in the King’s Game?”

I moved quickly and got right back on my feet and took a defensive stance. He threw three punches and I blocked with ease. Before he could turn or react, I striked back, punching his face. “ Easy there tiger. You don’t want me to look ugly for my fans at the ball”. A sneer plasters on his face making me roll my eyes. Carl is the gamma’s son and Darren’s gamma when my father decides to step down from his position. Carl is a down to earth kind of guy. He is about 6’3 tall, very muscular with a playboy grin always plastered on his ugly handsome face.

Sarn held Calista tightly as she waved. Laryn was blue, as I thought, and Tahr silver. Laryn stayed with us for part of the trip before veering off. I heard a great roar in the distance a while later. Filled with grief, I knew it was the blue dragon. A short time later, Tahr flew away. "How did you know what cards to play?" Bastian startled me from my thoughts of Laryn and his lost love. "I counted them. I wanted to be a great mathematician after graduating from college."

I knew the glint of his yellowed, blood-splattered teeth in the low light would haunt me forever. Carl steadied me as I swayed. I’d been given something – I knew that much – but how long it would keep me on my feet for, I didn’t know. I felt more like a ghost than a person as I ushered Ava and the boys out of the door with me. And right into a battle. Carl leapt past me, the shift ripping through him as he dove onto a werewolf that looked too big for its body. Its muscles had turned grotesque, its skin mottled and purple where it had stretched too far too fast.