Dungeon House Novel Novels & Stories

It was as if the very walls of the dungeon were soaked in the tears of the tormented souls that inhabited it. With the surroundings shrouded in an ominous gloom, I relied on Lena's keen vision to pierce through the shadows. The dungeon stretched before me, a labyrinth of grimy walls and murky passageways, each corner cloaked in an unsettling stillness broken only by the mournful wails that echoed through the air.

The paper was thin from how many times I had unfolded it. The words were written in Mara’s hand, though the lines had shaken badly across the page. Maeve, please stop looking for me. He knows. He reads every letter before it leaves. The dungeon is beneath the western side of the house. There is a staircase hidden behind the old council chamber. Do not come here. Please. The final word had been smeared, as though a drop of water had struck the ink. Or a tear. I had received the letter six months ago.

Georgia - The silence in the cellar wasn’t real. It was alive—a cunning, creeping thing that licked at the walls like a living thing, testing for weakness. It wanted me to believe I was alone. That nothing existed beyond these damp stone walls and the single, rusted lock keeping me in this rectangular purgatory. But silence, like most everything else in this house, was a liar. If you were patient—if you sat in the darkness long enough, let your breathing slow to almost nothing, let your heartbeat settle into the rhythm of the dying—you would hear them.

"Charlie let's start with the dungeons and confirm Kyas passing, I am sure you would like to know." We made our way to the pack house trying not to spew vomit as we passed each torn apart carcass. "Where are the woman and children?" I asked Charlie as I noticed mostly men's bodies that we were passing. "Good question..." As the large doors opened to our packhouse a disgusting smell wafted out. The air was cold and silent as we started toward the dungeon. No sounds could be heard throughout the house just a dead eerie silence hanging over the gloomy dark house, at least now this place reflects the way I have always felt here. Down the twisted stairs, our wolves stalked until they reached the

"Okay then. If you say so." Amelia called the guy she talked about and he came and drove us there. throughout the drive, they kept on making out. I couldn't say anything. I just had to watch but does this boy know that Amelia has several other guys? I thank God I am a wolf. If any accident occurs, I can easily heal. We got to the dungeon house and unlike Crescent Moon, this was more secure. It was underground and it needed a passcode to get in. We also signed a contract. I didn't read it though.

"This is the East wing. It is sorta empty and dark. No one ever goes in here, except for us. This is the route leading to the dungeons. The dungeon is an underground prison." That is interesting. In this place, the more you lurk around the more interesting things you will find. This mansion was a home of horror and treasures because I only see the need for an underground prison if only it is necessary. It seems everyone, had a thing for taking laws into their own hands. Staying with these folks, for the longest time, I know that nothing ever follows the direct process.

With a renewed determination, she left her mother's house and made her way home. Upon arriving at her house, Rowan stepped through the doorway, hoping for a moment of respite. Surprisingly, David was nowhere to be seen, and the stillness of the empty house amplified her previous apprehension. Though she had expected his return, her intuition appeared to have played tricks on her. As she prepared to retire to her bedroom, a sudden noise echoed from downstairs—a distinct creak, as if a door had been opened and closed. Fear gripped Rowan's heart, the possibility of an intruder invading her sanctuary looming large.

Only dragons were said to have ever broken Styrodian, but even the dragons couldn't break this one. I was sure I was tied in a dungeon. I winced when the darkness was soon filled with light and two men walked in. I quickly surveyed the room I was in and realized that how rich these vampires were. This was a dungeon, but it wasn't shabby at all. The doors were made of iron rods, etched in gold. Fucking gold. Talk about waste! I looked up at the ceiling and once again I was bowled over by how ostentatious it looked. This dungeon was better looking than my room in Turquoise Falls. Fuck, this was better than my room in Silvercrest, as well.

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

Erin hurried out of the icebox after she locked it everywhere, she was striving to catch up with Hayley. Ding Dong. The doorbell went after Earnestine tapped it twice. She was with her newfound mystery girl and all the research she had done paid off. They had found where the fourth key lay, Athena was a witch who knew a lot of relics and had a magic book in which a few were written. She studied a lot about magic and she came by to learn a few things about the town. The door opened, and the gleams of the sun which was setting poured into the house. Janeka had cleaned up her mess and ended her crazy party. They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut.