Dungeon Defense Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Once Darcy was in my arms once more, I could grieve the price of my deeds. Staying in deep shadows far from the main conflict, I saw an open doorway ahead and ran toward it. The chamber behind was large and piled high with barrels and supply containers. Ideal for an ambush should any guards be waiting for? Keeping my step light, I headed for the far exit, gaze straying across the darkness for any indication of danger. My right slightly scuffed me, and I whirled blades extending as I dove into a defensive crouch. Easy, simple! It's simply me. From the darkness, Jeremy's voice emerged as the young man entered the meager light streaming in from outside.

The ground suddenly moved, and jagged stone spears sprang up from the ground, just avoiding Dennis. "Go! More spikes exploded all around us as Damon yelled and drew me back. Avoiding the traps as they appeared, we scurried through the dungeon. We were forced toward a little passageway ahead as the walls appeared to close in. When we got to a safer area, Dennis turned to face me, panting heavily. "Are you alright?" Even though my heart was pounding, I said, "I'm fine." "Something is being protected here. We will not accept whatever lies ahead without a fight.

______ Alex POV The dungeon reeked of rot. My body ached from lying on the stone floor, my stomach clenched with hunger, and my throat was so parched that swallowing felt like sandpaper. The chains around my wrists had left raw marks on my skin, but I kept silent. Wasting energy on complaints wasn’t an option—I needed to survive, even in this hellhole. The guards’ boots echoed down the hallway. My head tilted back against the wall, but I didn’t move otherwise. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.

Chapter 65: Through the bars. Damon's POV The air in the dungeon felt heavier than I remembered and it was thick, damp, and cold enough to make my breath fog. My boots echoed along the stone floor in a steady thud that almost matched the pounding in my chest. Two guards that were stationed at the entrance shifted uneasily when they saw me approaching. "Alpha's orders", one of the guard starts, glancing to the other like he was hoping for backup. "I'm not here to argue about orders. Open it".

All she wants me to do is pick up the bowl and tray of food and then leave the dungeon. My eyes were staring at the floor, my breath frozen, and the keys shivering in my hand as I unlocked the dungeon door and stepped into a long corridor, and was welcomed to a room of fresh air. A guard was sitting on a plastic chair guiding the entrance to my section of the dungeon, and he didn't cast a look at me as I dropped the bunches of keys in front of him, and walked towards the extreme end of the corridor. A few steps out of the corridor, a door swung open, and two hands yanked me inside. "Let me go... don't hurt me, please. "

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

“You won’t survive this dungeon if you hurt her. I swear it. There will be no escape for you. But if you leave Charlotte unharmed, I’ll let you walk out of here alive.” His eyes narrowed. “You think I fear you?” “You should.” I groaned because he should! He opened his mouth to answer but before he could, a shrill, metallic alarm rang out through the dungeon, echoing violently across the stone walls. Reinforcements were approaching. Guards. Soldiers. The rogue stiffened. Panic flickered across his expression. And then, desperately, he tried to drag Charlotte backward. “Move,” he snarled into her ear. But Charlotte dug her heels into the ground.

I won't be surprised if my mum has instructed the guards to decline my entrance to the dungeon house. Like a fearless warlock marching into battle, I saunter to the dungeon house. To my surprise, I met some guards at the entrance gate. The moment they spot me from a distance, they shut the gate. What have they been smoking lately? Who put them into this shit? Who else, if not my mum? Shutting the door isn't enough, they have the guts to create a barricade with their arrow just to deny my entry. A bow and arrow before the Alpha?

“That’s impossible! It can’t be!” Vincent screamed and pushed Janna out of the way. He ran madly after my receding figure, though I was already far ahead. Vincent sprinted forward desperately. With the estate’s security alarm going off, the security personnel in the dark jumped out to stop him. I approached the helipad where the chopper was running. The propellers whipped up a huge blast of air. Vincent raced toward me in anguish. Oblivious to the gravel hitting him, he dropped to his knees and stared intently at me.