Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power Novels & Stories

It didn't take long for the manufactured desert to be deserted again. The frightened person's terrified speech had suddenly converted into a quiet atmosphere. Li Wei knelt and picked up Tarantula, the main monster. He also gathered other materials that may be used as money from Tantulla's remains. Li Wei caught up with four of his comrades who had just vanished. He discovered them exhausted and irritated, crouching on the Dungeon's outskirts. "Let's keep hunting C-Plus dungeon monsters." "There's still time to gather resources from other monsters," Li Wei winked. In his palm was the core monster Tarantula. Nawa and the other three were instantly upbeat. They thanked Li Wei several times.

On the screen, JJ opened the door, and they crept into the dark tunnel. It was on the side of a mountain and they’d had to battle untold numbers of dwarves, werefolk, and magical constructs as they climbed the narrow track through snow and battering winds. “Slow,” Dianna whispered. “Remember the trap.” She didn’t need to whisper. The monsters hiding in the dark on the screen couldn’t hear her voice, but this was a momentous occasion, and it felt only right to whisper.

The woman gifted with magic powers. The Mother of the strongest beings alive. The Mate of three kings. On the stone floor—burning with humiliation, desperate, weak, unable to fight back. “Crawl now, or if I come to you, you will suck not only me but entertain all my warriors until I grow bored of the show.” A cold chill ran down my spine. He had shown his true colours. He was a monster, and he was not bluffing. Still, I did not move. Draven’s heavy steps echoed as he approached and violently grabbed my hair, forcing me into a kneeling position.

I couldn't. I lunged forward, dropping to my knees on the cold concrete of the utility room. Ignoring the sharp pain in my scraped hands, I grabbed the collar of Dominic’s wet shirt, anchoring my weight against the floor. Below us, the diver pulled a short, serrated diving knife from his chest rig. He wasn't trying to capture Dominic anymore; he was going to cut his achilles tendon to let the turbine current do the rest of the work. Dominic didn't wait for the blade to drop. He smashed his free boot downward, using the heavy heel to strike the diver directly in the center of his glass mask.

My heart dropped. “You see,” the demon continued, “treasures always demand a price.” Her voice drifted like smoke. “If you want the truth, go to the Stormspire Mountain. Every answer you seek waits there.” The doors burst open as the werewolf elders stormed in. Outside, strange, soft-bodied creatures were fighting the police—boneless, writhing, crawling across the garden like massive larvae. I stared at them in horror. The worms. “Oh,” Thalmyr giggled. “You’ve found my little gift. Do you like it?”

“We were never human.” “No,” Lumden said gently. “We are the wolves who committed the first sin.” The Moon Goddess wept. She bound Earth’s stolen power. She gifted Fire and Ice a stone of power. “A stone?” Jax asked. “Yes,” Lumden replied. “A conduit. It can strip power. Restore it. Enforce balance.” Rufus clenched his fists. “Where is it?” Lumden closed the book. “I do not know, but it is said it was hidden right here on the grounds of Wildbourne.”

“And if I have to repeat it again, you’d be waking up tomorrow without your little balls—so answer me in straight words. “Uh. Yeah. I think,” he grumbled, and when I glared, he added, “Provided if you install a chip into their main server, then I can remotely control everything, even from the moon.” I slapped the back of his head. "Ow!” “What about the blueprint layout?” I asked, snatching the laptop from him. “Aurora would be inside the building, and we would need a full-proof extraction plan for that.” “The basement.” He grinned like a Cheshire cat, only so much hideous. “Do you know why the place is so secluded?”

“Give me the clue! Or I’ll kill you!” This was my first time participating in a dungeon, and I not only had no weapon but didn’t even have a single life-saving item. Jack’s right hand clamped down on my carotid artery like iron. The suffocation came quickly. I pushed with both hands as hard as I could, but I couldn’t move him at all. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Patchwork Monster, Mandy, and the Little River God walk out. They stood behind Jack.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

I guessed, "and you're taking it into your own hands to save him." "Smart, smart Gemma. Stop here." I wasn't sure how she found it, but Diana stopped where a rectangular sliver of flickering light shone through, seemingly cut out from the dark stone. Suddenly, it was covered by a shadow. "Password," came a deep voice. "'I wish the Beast was dead,'" Diana said confidently. There was another violent scrape of metal on stone, and a moment later, a section of the wall slid open. A huge male appeared from behind it, looming over us.