Dungeon House Novel Novels & Stories

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.

No signs of struggle. No signs of decay beyond age. The House hadn't been abandoned. It had simply been left. As if everyone vanished one day. And never returned. The group approached the main entrance. Massive wooden doors towered above them. Again, no guards. No resistance. No sign of Vincent. Nothing. Dante pushed the doors open. The interior revealed itself. A grand hall. Marble floors. Stone columns. Massive chandeliers. Portraits lining the walls. The founders.

I said, cutting him off with a wave of my hand. It was late now, and the moon had finally risen, its quiet light spilled over the grounds of the pack. The breeze of the cool night rustled through the trees, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. The pack house was quiet, celebration echoes heard less as pack members retreated to bed. Zane had retired to rest too, but not before his eyes settled on me for a brief moment, with the silent question if I was really sure about what I wanted to do. I nodded, reassuring him it was something I needed to face myself. The dungeon lay below the pack house, guarded day and night by the pack guards. An iron-bound door, shielding the cells within from

I was in pain, even when I had barely been touched by anyone. After Alpha Lundamous' verdict, some gammas had taken me here and had locked me up. From the look of the room, I could tell I was locked up in the infamous dungeon I had heard about while growing up. I still could not believe that I was in a dungeon I had believed to be a fairy tale. I never really believed that the past alpha would build a dungeon until now. Truly, seeing was believing. The dungeon was like a large hall. It was big but empty. There was virtually nothing in the large hall, only tons and tons of cobwebs and insects. There was just one window, a very small opening which brought some form of light to the darkened roo

The meeting ended after half an hour of discussing other issues in the council and other towns. Outside the building, Rue and Clarence walked into the forest leading to the dungeon. Entering inside the dungeon, the pungent smell that came from the irons that have turned brown with years of accumulating dust and the smell of dead bodies that lay inside some rooms of the dungeon, filled the air as they made their way inside. Standing in front of one of the rooms inside the dungeon, Clarence's eyes twinkled looking at the woman inside. "When did you catch this one?" Clarence asked opening the door. He walked inside with Rue behind him.

Tara ran to the window to see the flames following the gasoline all around the house. “Time’s run out, Tara” Dominic bellowed with blood curdling laughter. “I was willing to marry you to gain access to the house, but you let those fools stand between us. There’s still time for you to come out. You don’t need to die with them!” Tara gasped, “My house?” “You’ll never find it,” Brandon roared. “Whether I die or not… you’ll never find it!” “Oh, I’ll find it,” Dominic sneered.

There were numerous bookcases in rows, and the books and papers were dispersed all over the place. I could tell that while the majority of the books were research articles, some of them contained skills. "Research into human mutations." It was the title of a book I had picked up at random. I sighed and took a step forward. The dungeon gate was soon in sight, and as long as I touched it, I would receive a reward. I was positive I was the first person to stumble upon this dungeon. On the dungeon gate, I put my hand. [Discovered - Lost Civilization Dungeon]

The stale air welcomed him and the cobblestones around him from the pathway he stepped into to the damp walls and ceiling littered with cobwebs – everything around the place screamed a typical dungeon. Concealing his presence, Damon the prideful strode towards the direction where the source of the swirling magus resonated. Moving as if he was once with darkness, Damon could now see the light the longer he walked into the direction he was following now with light and focused steps. ‘This dungeon is only housing that Halfling, I see. It could be because they are feeling threatened because of the presence of the Calamity Dragon or it is because they do not want any intervention from any party?’

The little light that reflects from the punctured roof helps shade her from impending doom and aids her in order to notice rodents that share the dungeon. As days count, the more her sense pricks at every sound she hears...be it the dripping sounds of water, crackles made by mice or scratches made on the walls. Jaylyn became aware of them, consumed by fear whenever she closed her eyes to see the image of the lifeless body she found when she was thrown inside. Fear tickled down her spine, as she watched the blood run into the drain down into the Manor sewage filling the dungeon with a foul smell. Jaylyn waited patiently for her death to consume her.

Then I bit down hard on Jack’s arm and tore off a piece of flesh. At the same time, the horror game activated, and both Jack and I were pulled into the dungeon. The moment we entered the dungeon, the boss opened its scarlet eyes and exhaled cold breath. “Found you.” This dungeon was called "The Count’s Treasure", with ten players entering—six men and four women. A cold electronic voice echoed in our minds. "The Count liked collecting shiny things. But not long ago—zzzt… its most beloved treasure was stolen by humans. Players, please help the Count retrieve its treasure… zzzzt…"