Dungeon Defense Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The ragdoll jumped in front of me to shield me. It swung its knife again and again, but there were too many vines. No matter how many it cut, more kept coming. I reached for my items to help it, but before I could activate anything, a thick vine wrapped around my body. The ragdoll lunged toward me, but it was too late. Layer after layer of forest closed in and dragged me away. - I was taken by the final boss of this dungeon.

"Earn it, dragon. Blood starts. Shatter Omega first." His laugh ground stones dark, scarred jaw angling claim-kiss—lips demanding velvet, tongue invasion tasting copper-salt sweat. I yielded fraction fire-match, athletic frame arching his lean, hands fisting gi blood-stiff. "Defiance suits," he growled, throat-pull, teeth grazing pulse claim-bite shallow. Obsidian flared volcanic as mahogany thighs parted instinctively, hakama hiking invitation.

WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing events and will trigger traumas that contain violence and abuse. Kindly skip some parts. Chapter 19- Peony flowers The first thing Elise felt after opening her eyes in a dark dungeon was nostalgia. Bwi made sure that Elise can feel the warmth from the spiritual power while in the dungeon for Elise to subside her fear. Elise finch after the stone stairs appeared in front of her. At the end of the stairs was a gate. Bwi told her that was the entrance. After some time, Elise bravely walks to it.

His kindness, I will repay it. With the sword safely tucked at my side, I lead Flavius and Neron into the castle, and down to the dungeon where Gregory told me to meet with him. The guard greets us at the door moving over to let us down. The hinges of the thick iron door leading to the dungeon groan in protest, as I shove them open. I lead them slowly down the dingy steps, the farther we go the more my nose becomes irritated. It reeks of mold and dried blood and looks to have not been cleaned in over a decade. Placing a hand over my nose, I grab the railing, to steady myself from a sudden wave of nausea. I don’t know how long I'll be able to stay down here with such an intense smell. No matt

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

letting up making me moan and she started to cum and she road her climax out them when she slowed down she told me to chock her while she cam and I did and when she cam I did to again I felt so relieved I kissed my little whore got up and took a shower and got ready for my escort to the dining hall for breakfast. I got a message from Becca and lunch saying that phase one was complete and that we are waiting the next one within the next 24 hours or so I was getting excited I would be out of this water abyss and I will get my hands on my revenge it will be worth it I know that it will cause war and Mayeham but after the last 9 months that they have put me through hell it will be worth it all

said Doom, smiling from ear to ear. This was the first time I adored his smile. He looks so pleasing to watch, and seeing him getting excited was contagious. "We will only open one chapter; we have things to do today. Choose a specific scene, and tell me the page." He passed me the book, and it was halfway through the end. It was in Chapter 23. "Hold the book and close your eyes. In a snap of a finger, we will arrive at the exact scene you picked." "Okay,"

My head pounded, but if I could just find something to count, I could get through it. The dungeon was musky. The air was cool, swirling around me. Armilla let out heaving sobs. Then screams. She went quiet as the bed creaked with every thrust of his flabby body. I held Angelia close, covering her ears and holding her against me, pleading for one of the guards to do something, but they watched on and said nothing as Dan thrust into Armilla across the room. I tried to leave again, pulling Angelia with me. The guards laughed, blocking the path out of the room.

She grabbed the wall for support, her pulse quickening, as if the dungeon itself was warning her to turn back. A wave of doubt washed over Dryzza as she hesitated on the staircase, her earlier resolve faltering in the face of the chilling atmosphere. The thought of turning back gnawed at her—after all, what good would it do to press on if nothing awaited her but more empty corridors and stale air? Yet the prospect of leaving without uncovering anything gnawed at her even more. She steeled herself, brushing off the cold that still lingered on her skin, and continued her descent. As she reached the dungeon’s depths, she moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence.