Dungeon House Novel Novels & Stories

The construction had two rooms and both of them allowed a perfect view of the other, it had a double size bed and it was covered in dust a couple of bags on the floor…nothing of big notice with one exception: an empty bookshelf, with the exception of one book. The former trainee policeman grey matter was now working: If the cabin of a former druid was considered a haunted place wouldn’t all books be there? No one walks into haunted houses deliberately even less to take the books, let alone one. Thomas walked to the bookshelf and held in his hand the only remaining tome, it didn’t look as covered in dust as the rest of the items left…someone was here not too long ago and left this behind as a

It smelled like dust, iron, and unresolved trauma. Somewhere above, Varyn House moaned in a long, judgy sigh—as if she were the old aunt at a wedding muttering, “this won’t end well.” “Noted,” I muttered, flashlight shaking. “I’ll add that to my Yelp review.” Halfway down, a cobweb tried to mug me. I walked straight through it, squealed, then did the world’s least dignified tap dance. “Fantastic,” I gasped. “Ambushed by interior design.”

The air smelled wired the further down I went, cold, stone walls replaced the polished wood upstairs. I had to guess where they’d put her. There was only one area in the whole damn place that felt like it didn’t belong, a part of the mansion that was dark, cold, and barely lit. It felt like something out of a horror movie. My feet echoed as I walked deeper underground, heart thudding harder with every step. What kind of people lived in houses with dungeons? Oh, right. Wolves. I pushed open a door, and it creaked louder than I liked. Nothing, the next was empty too. Then I tried the third one, there she was.

The air in the room felt suffocating, so I left, my footsteps echoing softly down the hallway. The house was alive with motion. Maids bustled past, carrying trays and dusting corners, though more than a few paused to give me sharp, judgmental stares. I frowned. What’s their problem? I muttered inwardly, ignoring them as I continued down the stairs. That’s when I heard his voice. “Assemble all the men. To the dungeon.” Dungeon? My brows knitted. What kind of house had a dungeon? I froze, curiosity prickling at my skin. Adriano strode ahead with Santo and Lorenzo flanking behind him . Without even realizing it, my feet moved on their own. Curiosity, stronger than fear, pulled me forward. I kep

Chapter 127 Dylan's POV The moment I opened the front door of my house, the scent of cedar and worn stone enveloped me. My home was lightyears away from Duaine's fortress, built for intimidation, mastery, and allegiance. Mine had been built for power and decadence. Walls appeared to narrate tales of carnage, conquest, and cruel excess. I threw my coat on the arm of a chair, the tension of relaxation seeping through my muscles as I stretched my arms out to either side of me.

Placing a gentle hand on Seb's cheek, I whispered, "Hold on, Seb. Help is coming." Without another moment's hesitation, I surged to my feet, my heart pounding with renewed determination. I knew where the dungeon was—a hidden, fortified part of the house I had hoped we'd never need. But now it was our last stand. The hallway seemed endless as I ran, my feet barely skimming the floorboards. Every step echoed with both dread and resolve. I could hear the faintest of noises as I neared the entrance to the dungeon—muted voices, a child's cry. My heart twisted painfully, but I forced myself to focus.

"I'm just so devastated. I just got dumped, and Isla is being so cruel to me. I feel like I want to die." Hannah shot me a venomous glare as she came out of the break room. "Picking on a newbie—real classy. What goes around comes around." … I purposely worked late until eight. When I packed up to leave, I realized my house keys were missing. I searched every drawer and my bag—nothing. I figured I'd call the property manager and a locksmith once I got home. When I reached my door, I noticed it was cracked open—unlocked. My heart sank. A bad feeling washed over me.

A drop of blood welled on my fingertip. “Damn it,” I grunted. Nova stepped closer. “Are you alright?” The front door swung open with an exaggerated creak. “Yeah, it must have nicked me.” A rush of air met us, but it wasn’t rich with the scent of old books, leather, and magic. It was stale and musty, with an undertone of something bitter. And the inside, it wasn’t as grand as I remembered it. The sconces along the walls were dim, and thick cobwebs blanketed nearly every surface. As we moved through the house, I noticed that most of the furniture was moth eaten—worn with gaping holes. How hadn’t I noticed that before?

***** Two Weeks Later Emily carried Aaron out of the car and walked with Dorothy and Ruth into the main building I of the new Mansion that Gabriel recently bought. "You said it was a small house, you must be kidding me! The Mansion is big, it's really big! it's just not as big as the one we left,"Dorothy muttered as she looked around the white.... dominated Mansion Emily was still stunned and just walked in silence. Not far in front of them,Gabriel was seen walking with his mother. "Has Gabriel's mother making small talk with you? i mean there is no more reason for her not to accept you as her daughter-in-law," whispered Dorothy.

Why would he tell us to do that? The interior of the house was so different from the outside. If anyone had told me it housed a dungeon, I wouldn’t have believed it. The house was dark except for the few lamps that littered the space. I looked around, searching for the stairs until I felt Damon tap me. “It’s right there,” he said, pointing to the floor, and I nodded as we walked over to it. So it was underground. We followed the stairs and kept getting led further under until the stairs finally ended and we halted.