Dungeon House Novel Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX * * The Dahome dungeon, which is situated below the earth, is a black, rotting hole; not even the slightest flicker of sunlight penetrates. The wet walls are slimy, covered in mould that breathes a sick, sour stench, and the chains hang from the ceilings like deadly vines. A sound— drips of water. No, not just it. Footsteps. The figure sprawled on the cold ground, whose very senses have been sharpened from being trapped in the dark for so long, can hear it.

The whole outside perimeter of the house was electrified and anyone who came too close would have no one to blame for their death. I walked down the stairs with my guards on my tail. once I got into the dungeon, the door clicked shut behind me. I smiled as I saw my victim fighting his bindings, yelling furiously like a rabid dog who wanted to take a bite out of its owner. This was going to be a fun day.

Fortunately for me, the lighting in the dungeon was terrible I guess that was partially to add to the torture of the prisoners that were held in there but it's helped me to describe a little bit of my shame and I was grateful for that. As we were going through the main house after coming out of the dungeon the party to celebrate my step Brothers return was still going on and I felt my chest immediately tighten up along with my teeth clenching against each other then there was the feeling of my contract husband's hand holding mine his fingers tangling mine and I looked up into his eyes.

I wasn't fortunate enough to have Gwen with me this time, though. I had searched the house for anything that remotely piqued my interest that wouldn't get me in trouble. The only thing I settled on was taking a book from the dusty shelf downstairs. I'm almost certain he has it there just for appearances. The books still smelled fresh and had no weathering. I didn't recognize any of the titles, considering they were all human books I hadn't seen before. I settled on one about a warrior and his lover, fighting through the brick of war together.

With my arms rubbing the rough walls of the dungeon, I followed the wall and climbed the steep steps, reaching the door out of the dungeon. I kicked it open with all my strength, but it fell open immediately. I didn’t know whether to be silent or to make any noise, they might still be in the pack house, ready to throw me back down there again. I rushed out to the living room, and the entire place was silent. There's no noise in the house, and no sign of anyone's presence. Just to make sure, I checked all the rooms and made a circle, returning back to the living room after confirming they were both gone.

it might be that 1-2 months before the real battle, who nows when they change their mind so, he should capture it. he has his smartphone, and he can gather any useful information, from it, he couldn't get any information about jewellery but he finds out full information about the dungeon. The dungeon itself carries many secrewhareseis still unknown, many dangerous beasts live there, who are like to eat human flesh, many bloods lusty monster live there, it's not going to be easy journey, there are many screat lies there who know what they face in future, since there future a insertion and what done is done, but some herbs help to heal and some of them give super power, and some of them are al

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

It was an underground basement, no, not exactly a basement but more like a dungeon. “Where are we going?” “The dungeon of the pack house,” he replied, so I was right about this place might be a dungeon. “Packhouse?” . #TBC