Dungeon Crawler Novels & Stories

All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls. Now infront of me stood a white door, equipped with a silver handle. I didn't even realise it, but my hands are quite clammy with my heart racing against time. I suck in one of the deepest breaths I've ever inhaled and just as the door pops open, the cry of a baby triumphs. "It's a baby girl."

He chuckled at the memory. “I reached the door and when I got to the railing, I looked down, then I saw it was Dariel. He was wearing an oversized coat and holding a satchel. I watched him in the darkness, sneaking out of the house, and when he reached the last floorboard, he stopped and surveyed the house to see if anyone was watching. He didn't see me, I was on my hands and knees, very little and protected by the shadows of the house," I couldn't resist him anymore, I reached out my finger and traced the outline of his lips. His eyes fluttered open, green and golden... Like a canvas of gods, it was magnificently made in a way that made other eyes looked inadequate.

she asked. Jack nodded and wiped his hands on his thighs before picking his controller up. “Yep.” Dianna started the game and watched as Jack directed his character to enter the dungeon. The dungeon was actually a cave, and in the game, the players enter the cave to take shelter from a storm. Unfortunately, the cave isn’t empty and they stumble upon Eror, a half-serpent, half-woman monster, and her young. Jack lasted forty-five seconds before Eror bit his head off.

Applying that logic, he observed the creature's lack of movement, its communication with the anchor, and its focus on him and not moving towards anyone else. Aren identified the creature as "the floor guardian" from the back of the group. Kael remained focused on the creature, not taking his eyes from it. Professor Hale then asked Aren for clarification, saying, "Explain." Aren explained, "Chapter nine of the dungeon ecology framework states that high-depth dungeons with active probability sources can generate guardian-class entities. These entities protect the source node and are not typical monsters." He initially viewed this as theoretical until now. "It is literal," Cassia confirmed Aren

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

Looking around the portal where I can find a dungeon. I just stared at this grassy field as I felt the wind on my face. When someone saw that, I jumped before emerging into a dark cave. I let go of my bow first. It was dissolved into thin air then replaced with a long knife. I remember that dungeon -too. The inhabitants here are called Grims. A black troll with the ability to summon skeleton soldiers every 30 seconds. I immediately pulled out a geographical hologram map of the entire dungeon and walked slowly while looking around. I heard my every step because of the echo of the surroundings. Terrible. In the end, there is a large door.

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

Ferry back to my room and hand me a phone ,great now I am dead. "H-hello" "Hello my beautiful future wife how are you my baby doll" "I am fine" "Excuse me baby?" I Fitch "I am fine love"