Dungeon Deai Novels & Stories

AN ESCAPE Ceicly "Here are your keys, ma'am. That way to the elevator," the lady behind the counter points to a metal door on the right along the spacious hallway. "Third floor, room number 06. Do enjoy your stay." She flashes her perfect white teeth. I don't respond, already on my way. The hotel, which I didn't bother checking the name of, looks aesthetically pleasing. Not like I care, just need a place to crash before I begin house hunting.

My fingers curled into fists. “We’re running out of time.” Draven nodded once. “We need to get inside before sunrise.” Darius scanned the walls carefully. “There’s a drainage tunnel under the east side of the compound,” he said. “Used to connect to the old dungeons.” Draven looked at him. “You’re sure?” “Pretty sure.” “That’s not reassuring.” Darius smirked slightly. “When has anything about tonight been reassuring?” I looked back at the packhouse, the towering walls, the guards pacing along the battlements, and the wooden platform rising slowly in the center of the courtyard.

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”

I tell her and take her hand as I make a detour to where the smell gets progressively worse the closer we get to it. By the time we arrive, Leana has her hand over her mouth and nose. This is a dumping ground for the dead, or more accurately, the drained. “Here are the human guards and and a couple others,” she mumbles from behind her hand. “They’ve been here for several days, by the smell of them,” I say, leaning in closer. I don’t care for the stench and I’ll admit, it’s worse now that I share my mate’s heightened senses, but it’s still easier for me to smell it than her

Aria The walls of Malakai Thorne’s penthouse were made of reinforced glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline that he practically owned. To anyone else, this place was an impenetrable fortress of modern architecture and high-end security. To me, for the past year, it had been a sanctuary. A beautiful, gilded haven where the ghosts and monsters of my past couldn’t touch me. After everything I had been running from, everything that had nearly broken me, this penthouse was the only place in the world where I could finally breathe.

“I don’t know the first thing about this stuff.” “What do you see?” he asked again. I looked around at the pool area. “I don’t know. It isn’t terrible, but it feels like something I would have visited when I was ten.” Trent nodded. “It feels dated.” I started to catch on to what it was he was looking for. “The carpets throughout the lobby area are kind of ugly and dated as well.” “Yes. They would need to be ripped out and replaced with marble or tile. The carpet in the halls and every room would also need to be replaced.”

A week went by and my mum didn't bring up the subject, everything was normal, as it should be, my mum worked two jobs to support us, Luke helped me with the housework and took care of Bianca on the days I went hunting and to fight, it was hard to have a secret life my mother didn't know about these underground fights I got into, but that extra money was always very helpful, tonight I would earn 50 coins if I defeated a burly girl that everyone called "The wall ", I get ready as soon as she leaves for her second job, I throw my backpack on my back and pass all the instructions to my middle brother, Bianca complains about being alone with Luke but I ignore the complaints and go out the door, o

No sound from below could carry to the main house except through the open door. The basement was outfitted in silver down to the coating on the walls and floor. Riley had already laid out the tools of our trade along a worktable opposite the cell holding the vile creature she had captured. He snarled at me through the bars as I considered which tools to start with. I chuckled darkly, their snarls may be intimidating to others, but I knew he was trying to save himself from what was coming. “Tell me your name.” I spoke, my back still turned to him as I considered an iron brand coated in silver.

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They arrived at the temple with a sizable crowd on their tail as they all came to join in on the excitement after all Eric and Genevieve had quite a renowned reputation as talented individuals in the kingdom. They entered the temple and the attendants received them after hearing their plight, they were taken to the main hall, after turning and twisting through so many entrances and hallways they arrived at a large hall, there were intricate but beautiful patterns on the walls which converged in a dome, the hall was devoid of anything safe for an elevated circular platform which served as the altar. The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many i