Dungeon Defense Novels & Stories

IT WAS NOON the next day that another set of guards came to get them. From their uniform, Diana could tell they were of a higher ranking than the previous border guards. She kept a strong yet painless grip on Rudolph's hand as they followed the guards along the dungeon. The guards led them out of the dungeon and into a large judgement hall. Diana took note of the hall, taking note of all exit points should anything go wrong. She had heard of Vampire King Aiden and how ruthless he was.

He asked like she had a sickness and Aeris opened her mouth to speak. "Uhhhhh, ah, yes. Why aren't there guards at the guards post in the dungeon one can easily get in and out , I was wondering that as well" Aeris smiled again and Davis frowned moving back a little. "Your smile is scaring me" He said and Aeris kept a straight face, a funny one. "Can you answer me now" She blinked. "Why would there be guards when the bars of the dungeon is impenetrable, it's unbreakable and except opened by the key no one can escape" Davis said and Aeris's eyes went to the key.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

"A little germs aren't going to hurt him, mhac. Ye've got to toughin' him up." Denise passes by them as they continue to squabble over whose theory on germs is more accurate. Regardless of who is right, my money is on Rowen winning this argument. His protective instincts are in high gear. That includes every nurse, doctor, or visitor who has walked into this room.

MJ and Edward came out seen Damien already dressed like a mafia boss. "His gang are here?"Edward ask as Damien throw them their clothes. "Mmm… guys hurry up"Damien said before leaving as his phone continue to ring. "Boss, they've start attacking the guards position at the dungeon area "Aaron said sounding anxious. "Position four men at three o'clock then you and five others should stay at six o'clock. leave twelve O'clock for us. we will be there soon. try to stay alive till I come because this days you've been acting like a weakling."Damien ordered and end the call.

Byeol narrowed her eyes, studying the portal. "Judging by the color, it's a rank B dungeon," Byeol identified. "How do you know that?" asked Luna and Sasha. "Dungeons have a ranking difficulty that can be identified by the color of their gate. Blue for standard difficulty, purple for when the difficulty level has risen, and lastly, red, which represents the strongest level a dungeon can reach," Byeol explained to Sasha and Luna. Still, something did not seem right to the ravenette. "But what's bugging me is how this area is not closed off. Dungeon gates can be unpredictable and can sometimes drag innocent people inside them, which is why many realms passed the law to close off such areas to

The only downside to learning these defensive moves was being careful not to use them against anyone without risking getting thrown into the dungeons. I still live with the fear of more rouges coming. If they decided to take the forest route, I would be the first to get killed. I'm sure that would be a relief to them. Now and then I would run into Darnell, who never stopped a minute to push me down or punch my face.

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

Today, I would test my authority as the Luna of over forty packs. I flagged a can to the sketchier parts of the pack where we had the dungeons. I hadn't been here in a long time but I'd been here often enough for the place to still feel familiar. I entered the building that housed the dungeons. The front of the place advertised it as a 'defence' store but the stairs at the back led to a vast basement that could hold at least a thousand prisoners at the same time. The store's receptionist lowered her eyes and bared her neck respectfully as I passed while she explained the workings of a keychain that had a small decorative thing on it which was really a weapon.

I dive behind a jagged stalagmite, the acidic threads splashing against the stone with a series of wet, burning thuds. Daryl roars, a primal, guttural sound of defiance, and launches himself into the fray to keep the creature occupied. He is a blur of motion, his broadsword weaving a defensive circle of steel that forces the arachnid to constantly shift its focus back to him, but the beast is unrelenting, its hide thick enough to deflect even his most powerful strikes.