Novel & Cerita Dungeon House Novel

Emily had opened the secret dungeon with the button on the wall and this amused the old housekeeper. She could not finish what she was saying and all she could do was stand still and look round the dungeon. "My goodness!" she exclaimed, putting her mouth right hand over her mouth as she opened her eyes wide. Emily, seeing how surprised she was, grabbed her hand and took her into the dungeon. The old housekeeper followed, looking at the walls of the newly discovered dungeon. "Come sit." the Duchess said as she brought a wooden still close to herself. She tapped on the top of the stool, telling Hannah to sit on it. Hannah looked at it and slowly walked to it. She looked at the Duchess and then

I mean there’s no way that ghost are real right? With that in thought, Blaine decided to head downstairs and get a glass of water. He pass by the hallways and notice that there’s a lot of painting in this house. He never know of this fact because eversince he move in this house, he never really look around. He will go at work when the sun is not yet rising and he will go home late at night. Plus the fact that they rarely turn on the lights so he didn’t really have the chance to saw the paintings that are hanging in the wall.

"You don't need to use maintain this part of the house anymore. It looks as if it has been through a lot. There's no need. My soldiers are more than capable to handle whatever war threatening to break out. I have an army. You don't need to stress about the rest. I've got it covered." Dante looked around. Windows faced three different directions, and from the kitchen table, he had a view of the bridge, about a hundred feet away. The furnishings in the kitchen included two big black cupboards, some kitchen chairs, an old bench, and a shelf for utensils. On top were different ingredients. In one corner was a smaller table that could be used as a desk. He scrunched his nose, imagining what went

I whispered, glancing towards Ricardo who was leading the way without even much as a glance towards us. “His Dungeons. Don't mind the bastard for putting dim lights. He claims it makes the place scary” Davian grumbled but he was assumed. “A dungeon?” I whispered harshly, my eyes growing the size of a saucepan “Who the fuck has a dungeon in the basement of their house?” We took a turn and ended up in another dimly lit hallway and I had to wonder how many there were and just how big the place was. Not only that, but the hallway was littered with armed guards that I knew would be ready to shoot any intruders or prisoners they had locked in this place.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

I walked quietly though I knew few stare at me as I passed, but I honestly didn't care, I noticed his every household had a fire pot In front of it and everyone looking sad and scared, but my thoughts were scattered when I bumped into someone “I'm so sorry, miss. I didn't see you there” He immediately apologized, and I smiled without looking at me. “It's alright, I wasn't seeing myself. Sorry”I walked past him not willing to start yet another conversation with him, walking in a haste I now stood in front of the palace and I could hear the scream of Sierra. Well, I guess Dante is doing a fine job I had been surprised to learn there was a dungeon underneath the house, and it was honestly the b

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

Yes really , Come with me I have something to show you " He held my hand and lead me out of the study room we got done from the stair and walked out of the castle ,I was still waiting for the surprise he had for me , Just then we stopped in front of a wall ,I was surprised at first then I decided to ask . " Is this the surprise you say you have for me " " Patient my darling , You wouldn't want to miss it would you " I shook my head in response , He placed his hand on the wall and suddenly the wall opened ,I was shocked to my bone ,I really don't know what to say ,. " What's is this place " " A special dungeon " " Really " I became curious to see what was inside ,He held my hand and took me i

She would start there. Escuridade went to the dungeon deep beneath the docks, where sunlight had never reached and time seemed to erode more slowly. Thick sandstone blacks formed the walls, their warm golden colour dulled by centuries of dampness and soot. Moisture seeped through ancient cracks, leaving dark stains that glistened in the wavering light of iron sconces. The air carried the mingled scents of wet stone, rust, old straw and the faint smoke of guttering torches. Escuridade moved through the dungeon without haste. He robes were a dark as a moonless night, their heavy fabric swallowing the firelight rather than reflecting it. The hem whispered across the uneven stone floor, stirring

That shook me more than the collapsing house. Seraphina lifted one hand toward the stairwell. Kael moved beside her. They looked like old war. Beautiful. Terrible. Not enough. The shadow below the stairs pressed closer. The house shrieked. The walls bowed inward. The journal skidded across the floor and opened near my feet. Words burned across the page. THE HOUSE WILL BREAK BEFORE THE CROWN WAKES. I looked at Frost Ridge. The cracked walls. The shattered windows. The open stairwell.