Dungeon House Novel Novels & Stories

Nova nodded, unsure what to say. Damian opened a carved wooden door at the end of the hall. Inside was a bedroom, unlike the rest of the house. Smaller. Simpler. The walls were painted in faded navy. Bookshelves sagged with worn paperbacks. A violin case rested atop the dresser, long abandoned. "This was mine." Nova stepped inside slowly. The air smelled of cedar and dust. She ran her fingers across the spines of old novels, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Art of War, Frankenstein. A boy raised on darkness and vengeance.

Josie tried to adjust her eyes to the sudden light that she saw, opening only to find the dungeon that had been built under the house. Her eyes were greeted with the walls made up of the maroon bricks. The mosses that covered the corner of the ceilings and the slow drops of water that fell from the ceiling to the smooth floor. Torches light up her surrounding and she pushed herself to stand, finding the odd prison cells that were located on her surrounding, looking creepy in a different sense than before.

Saying that out loud made something click in my head, “Wait, bring the blueprints of the house again.” He rushed and did as I asked. Then he handed it to me and stood beside me while I started looking through the printed papers. “There is a tunnel that leads to the basement.” I said, tracing the line I was seeing. “How did they know the dungeon has a back entrance that wasn’t used. Theres’s barely any light or even security there.” I spoke, my body trembling with the possibility of me finding a way to prove this is all just some kind of crazy misunderstanding.

". Myra my wolf whined as Reece words lingered in my mind a little longer than needed; do not leave my room for any reason, wait for me till I am back. But I knew it was necessary I left to bath, even now, the inquisitive part of me had sprung out, as I felt a sudden urge and desire to check up on Louis, besides I was in the palace,and in the palace I knew I was safe, or atleast that's what I wanted convincing myself to believe. Sliding into my comfy slippers sandals, I drew the distance to my room door, as I twisted the key,and pulled the door open striding out. I had never previously been to the dungeon, but that didn't mean I didn't know where it was. I had previously grown-up and lived i

When they got to the top of the stairs, she unlocked the second door and walked out. Xavier followed her with extra caution and he looked at the house in admiration as they went to the grand staircase. The house was nothing short of beautiful, with the high ceilings, expensive chandeliers, marble floors, and the beautiful paintings hung on the wall. The house seemed like something out of a magazine, the design was impeccable and classy, everything about the house screamed wealth. He never would have guessed that such a lovely house concealed a dungeon and who knows how many dirty secrets. "Where are we?" He stopped walking and asked.

My house. The Romano Pack lands were vast and although the boundaries were known to avoid intrusion from other packs, the exact location of the Pack House and other outlying houses remained a secret as a security measure. The Meeting house for interpack relations was at the border of our lands. *** I walked down the spiralling staircase to the dungeons. The sconces on the wall cast shadows and gave the underground floors a medieval vibe. I inserted the key in the lock and turned it. The door creaked open and I heard the spike in her breathing. So she was awake. It would make everything easier. I would have detested killing a helpless person even though they were an enemy.

he said. My mouth fell and I took in his face. I abruptly closed it. For some reason I looked back at Alexander who was sleeping peacefully. I sighed. Why was I not surprised? So I live in a house with a dungeon, where who knows how many people have been tortured and killed. Sure, that’s just … great. Just great! I knew he did it, but I never thought it was in his own house. How the hell does one even build a dungeon in their basement in Chicago? Anything is possible with money, I thought.

Assured of her solitude, she closed the dungeon door behind her, the echo of its closing resonating with a sense of secrecy. Her purposeful footsteps led her deeper into the dungeon, where prisoners were confined. The moment she appeared, the prisoners erupted into a cacophony of complaints and side comments. The air became charged with tension as Thorian's mother, a figure of authority, issued a single commanding decree that swiftly hushed the dungeon into an uneasy stillness.

I walk into my downstairs office, where I always keep a change of clothes, and I take off my robe and put on a black T-shirt and blue jeans. I walk out of the house and take the car so I can get to the dungeon fast. The dungeon is under the main building. It was built into the secret passageways that run under the pack, but the main building and the Alpha's house are the only entrances into it. I park my car in front of the building and Lachlan is waiting outside for me. “If you're out here, who's down there with them?” I asked him as we walked inside.

"Dana, go with her. I will secure the upper levels." Dana fell into step beside me as we descended the stairs. The air grew colder, damper. The smell of rot and waste grew stronger. The place became darker as we went deeper, Dana lit the torches as we went. The torches flickered on the walls, casting long shadows that danced like living things. The dungeon was beneath the ruin. Cells on either side, their doors rusted, their locks broken. Most were empty. The last one was not. A figure huddled in the corner. Thin. Gaunt. Her golden hair was matted, her gown torn, her bare feet black with dirt. She did not look up when I approached. She was shaking, whether from cold or hunger or fear, I coul