Dungeon Dreamer Novels & Stories

However, I knew that the longer I spent in that dungeon, the more I couldn’t contain my hunger and thirst. As if the goddess was hearing my pleas, the doors to the dungeon opened wide, and I quickly leaned towards the cell, hoping for someone to help me. But then I smelled him. His smell was like burnt wood and fear, followed by another scent that was overwhelming with power, but still, it had a dangerous smell that I couldn’t fathom. ‘’oh well, well, if it is not the war alpha,’’ Dane laughed as he walked towards the cell. ‘’How have you been war alpha, or should I call you loser alpha now?’’ he questioned.

There was no place better than the dungeon to master his newly received skill. He used his stealth as he peeked at the party who were fighting the monsters on the fifteenth floor. The party had 2 mages, 1 swordsman, 1 spearman, and 1 healer. He quietly watched them as he took in every spell that both the mages uses. “Even adventurers from other regions come here for the experience. I think I chose the best place, right Blur?” Dio brushed Blur’s fur with his fingers and his bond purred in response.

“A Dreamer is an architect of the Dream Realm. As for why we are hiding your existence is because we don’t want the Fae and the others to find you. Because if they find you, they’ll put you to work, and the Dream Realm will be repaired too fast. Then they’ll do one of two things. Kill you like they did the last few generations of Dreamers. Or imprison you. Oh, those nightmares that attacked the Red River Pack? They didn’t kill you because they were searching for you. They were meant to find you and drag you back to whoever is holding Brigid.” “Who?” “The goddess they have working to repair the Dream Realm. She’s taking as long as she can, but everything’s dragging so long that she’d complete

Zephyr and his crew were running for the underground lake, and I could see them with my eyes through the ground. I was planning on waiting for them to bring out the riches and then taking them. But I knew I had to do something when I overheard them use the word "dungeon." The discovery of a new dungeon. For doing so, the system would always give me a prize, and I have still received many of them. Nevertheless, I've always found it to be helpful. Like acquiring a talent rank-up card or learning a new skill, but most importantly, I wanted ownership. If I uncover a dungeon, the system will reward me with dungeon ownership if I kill the dungeon's boss.

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

He enjoyed impact play as much as the next Dom, but he just didn't have it in him to be a sadist. Once he got into the club, he'd check in with the Dungeon Master and see if there was a list of unattached subs looking to play. As he waited for security to check his credentials, he caught his reflection in the glass door. On a normal day at Crossroads, his beard would be scruffy, and he'd be dressed in worn jeans and a t-shirt, or a flannel shirt if it was cool. His long blonde hair would be plaited into a braid down his back, just to keep it out of the way.

, With a fake anger she poked her finger on his abs. Night was young, still drizzling as there was a hailstorm in the mountains causing heavy rains in the plains, so were the desires. He had yet to get more surprises. Changing positions, she started playing in his hair with her toes. Hardeep caught his breath in throat when he got access to the pink pot right in front of his mouth. Down there she had started playing with her tongue on his thighs, his sweet spot, moving her tongue she kicked her friend, and kissing fiercely the tip she just started sucking and there he also started the same game nibbling her lips, making her toes curl, kissing and playing with his tongue around the clit. Deep

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

He gave a suggestive smirk that makes bile rise in my throat. ‘Guys, I could really use some help right now,’ I say in the mind-link. ‘We’re coming,’ Alessandro says. ‘There’s a villager here who knows about an old mine shaft that we think could be your dungeon. It’s not far.’ ‘Please hurry,’ I say, though I know they’re doing the best they can.