Dungeon Defense Novels & Stories

Max stopped talking suddenly, probably realizing that he shouldn’t be telling me this. “Well, I hope they find him,” I said. My phone pinged and I opened my text messages. Charlotte: Don’t leave. I closed the messages and picked up the menu from the table. It was nearing dinner and I was hungry. I’d missed eating at the diner. “Listen, about tomorrow, eleven good?” Max asked, referring to the use of my barn. “Why aren’t they doing this in the gym or somewhere?” “There’s a cheerleader thing in the gym and these are boys only for self-defense,” he said.

Sometimes it went on through his entire shift. The Dungeon on Level 85 was often the last place a colleague could be traced before being outsourced. Dink had no desire to be outsourced. Dink closed his eyes and deliberated whether to forward the information to Shroud or wait for more supporting information to show up. It wasn’t a good idea to bother Shroud with trivia, if he was in a bad mood. He might have a coke hangover. He could be ferocious then. Everybody got fucked up in Deep 6. It was the only way to survive in this bleak hellhole.

The fact that I was a human doesn't mean I should let them strike me down. Being one myself, I can imagine the kind of strength that an organized human society would be able to assemble in places like this. Everybody has some sort of status, or at the very worst, a system. A great deal of research must have gone into the system, all kinds of skills must have been researched, as well as classes and magic. I'm still far away from coming close to their strength but humans won't allow me to grow peacefully if they knew of my existence. My role is now to defend the dungeon from the soldiers. If they were to gain access to the other floors, which I believe they haven't done yet, there would be a d

I lead him to the main dungeon door which I open with another palm scan. “Fancy security. Is that really necessary to have, way the hell out here in the woods? How much trouble do you actually get?” Josh asks as we emerge from the dungeon hallway. Dan is still seated at the controls with a comic book in hand. Everything is shut down as I had instructed. Dan’s jaw just about hits the floor when he sees Josh coming out with me, sans restraints. “Security at the dungeon is higher because of the type of people we are usually holding. I don’t have many traitors or rule breakers in my pack, but rogues are a big problem for us right now. You just happened to end up here while our cells were empty.