Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

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 was wise and sharp to know that something was going on when he disappeared. Carl met a lot of ghosts and demons in different stages- such as ghosts one step away from becoming a demon, fully demonized souls, and half demonized souls- a lot of times due to the nature of his position in the haunted mansion. So Carl could tell the demon's breath in Lucas long ago. But because Carl treated Lucas sincerely as his friend, he did not report it to anyone in the haunted mansion and kept it to himself. He doesn't want to witness his friend being treated as their backup food.

This flawed logic was what the TMC preyed on, men and women that were smart, but not smart enough to recognize their job for the trap it really was. "I see you've changed the computers out," Draco said. From behind the Punisher I could see him incline his head incline towards the tablet, blonde hair shifting to one side. Carl snapped out of his daze. I caught a flash of red hair as he walked. He was shorter than Draco, but not by much. "Figured they were due for an update," Carl responded. Draco marched up to one, outstretching a hand, but Carl laughed. "Don't bother," he responded.

He intended to have his revenge and would do anything within his power to make Carl's existence miserable. *** Carl and Brown had just arrived at a huge crib, one of the biggest Carl had ever laid eyes upon. Apparently, Brown had suggested to him that he would need the assistance of the Elitist to take down Shrevolsky Cartel. Each men at the hall way stood without a breath literally as Carl and Brown walked through the carpet. When the huge doorway was opened, Carl came face to face with the most beautiful scenery ever; the entire room was covered in gold and what Carl's eyes was the way the throne had be crafted. It was huge and could replace Zeus throne in Athens where Carl had gone for si

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.

Once he realized how cold the world was without the pack’s protection, he’d know where his true harbor was. At the cottage. Right after I hung up, Carllo huffed. "Let’s steel our hearts and be done with these jerks! I’m going to go to war with these trolls!" He was ready to dive into a keyboard battle, but I grabbed his shoulder. "Chill. Constant fury is bad for the spirit. Let’s roll; I’m starving." "But—" "Forget the digital drama. I’ve got it covered. We’ll clap back tomorrow when the dust settles."

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.

That did little to ease me, but I plastered an innocent smile on my face and clung closer to him, might as well start the acting now. Once we reached the “throne” room, Brad sat down and pulled me onto his laugh. I let out a squeak and a giggle. The kind of fake sweet giggle that would usually have me rolling my eyes, but I had to play this just right. I asked to see his home but I guess that was a little too forward, because Brad mumbled an apology and said maybe later. I couldn’t find a trace of any wolves at the house. I was here because there is an unusually high amount of rogues in the area and it is believed that this bear gang is working with them. Why they would be working together i

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

or the best I can. I could press the button and get out of here if I really wanted to, Zane would be down here so fast it would give me whiplash, but I’m not going to give the king of the castle of dark and creepy things the satisfaction of watching me crumble again. I don’t know when I feel asleep but when I wake up its to see Calder leaning against the cell wall, feet crossed at the ankle, muscular arms crossed of his brood chest and his eyes train ed on me.