Dungeon Dives Novels & Stories

"Up until this point, I haven't allowed anything bad to happen to you, and that won't change now. She appeared to be having difficulty communicating, as seen by her tortured countenance. "When I was a kid, I snuck into an empty apartment complex that was close to my house and explored it. After falling through the floor, I was buried under some planks for several hours. I... I've never been able to kick whatever it is that's gotten me trapped. It's ridiculous, yet..." His thumb lightly stroked her lips, putting an end to the conversation. He could tell that this wasn't going to be an easy confession for her, so he responded by saying, "That's not foolish." His chest contracted as a result of

"Get me my drugs or prepare to lose your fucking kidney." I felt chills go down my bones. That's so shocking. Drugs? The nun? Jesus Christ. At this point nothing in this family could shock me anymore. Tomorrow I could wake up and discover Melody was secretly running an underground criminal organization and I'd probably just ask her how business was going. Shaking my head, I walked into the kitchen and pulled out my phone. It was time to focus. I looked up everything and anything under Octavia Draven. A few minutes later I found exactly what I needed.

He hadn't asked further. He went to the tidal flats and stood on the lowest step, looking down at the water. It was clear enough to see the rocks and sea grass below. He took off his coat, set it on the step, and jumped in. The water was cold enough to make his lungs seize. He opened his eyes. The salt water burned them red, but he didn't close them. He looked in every direction. Nothing. Just rocks, sea grass, and a few fish he didn't recognize. He dove to the bottom, wedged his fingers into the crevices of the rock to anchor himself, and stayed there until his lungs were nearly out of oxygen.

Dim glimmers danced in the depths below, hints of the ancient artifacts rumored to dwell within the shadowy caverns ahead, calling to her with a siren’s song—a challenge she refused to back away from, even as a storm brewed both outside and within. “Prepare the diving gear!” she shouted, her voice carrying over the booming surf, commanding the attention of her crew who swarmed the deck in a frenzied mix of excitement and unease. The air thickened with brine, a mixture of salt and impending storm, as the men and women moved in purposeful chaos, their preparations fueled by the promise of discovery.

Travis calls out above the rumble. The wind whips around us like a storm suddenly brews. I lift the dagger and without needing guidance it peels down an invisible sheet, creating a hole encircled by a green ember. As if the air was sizzling and burning away wherever the tip of the dagger touched. “Holyshit! It's working!” Tawny cries out, “Don’t stop!” ***** LAMIA The day was the same as always, warm but not too warm. An orange hue lit up the daytime sky, turning purple as the day went on. I walk with Kellen and Seneca down to the water. The thin strips of fabric we called clothing clung to our bodies.

- I don’t remember ever doing it but I would like to see the ocean from beneath. - Then it is settled. First diving, then Monkey Forest. - Monkey what? - Forest. You will love it. It is a forest with a lot of monkeys. - Really? - I am sure in your past you already knew this. - Maybe you are right. There are a lot of things I still don’t remember yet. - I have an idea. What do you say you forget about your condition, for now, drink our coffee and we go diving?

[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.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

But this sure is some next-level bullshit. ‘Well, at least, he’s doting on you now’. Ares jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, but to no avail. As if it isn’t bad enough that my own father is dragging me, he is literally dragging me to my doom. The dungeons are a nightmare. I don’t know what they are like, and I don’t know what they do to people down there. But I do know that the only people who have ever gone down there have either not emerged at all anymore, or came back a shell of their former selves.

When the dust disappeared there was only small rocks plus DT standing there with a smirk on his face looking at Wish as a reply to her chuckle. Leo and Rose ignored all of that and went inside followed by Wish and Dard. As soon as they entered a notification was popped in front of every player of The Lost World "Congratulations to the group of players, who found a Dungeon." "The First Dungeon has been used Rewards will be sent according to the difficulty of the Dungeon and according to the player level." "As the first Dungeon has been found, all other low level Dungeon has been marked on the map, player can discover and use the Dungeon for extra Rewards."