Dungeon House Novel Novels & Stories

she says. She turns the knot one last hair. Light goes quiet. A door opens in the house like a held breath. Boots fill the hall above. A roar pours down the stair. Not soldiers. Wolves. Servants. Stable. Dye loft. Mill. Lower town. Ours. Evelara’s eyes widen. Flame slips. “Now,” Darian says. We break the line and push for the stair. Theron shouts for nets that are not here. The house chooses.

They were looking for the entry point to the darkness Chloe had described—the door to the dungeon that Vince was currently keeping hidden behind a wall of steel and silence. The garage is a temple of luxury, but the "unclean" sensation has vanished. Is the house hiding its secrets from the Healers, or has the "Demon" moved his darkness elsewhere? As Tiffany distracts herself with the supercars, Master Marcus Sr. has stopped in front of a seemingly blank wall. Does he realize the Dungeon is right behind it?

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

The dull ache in Violet’s broken finger was a constant, visceral reminder of Aurora’s brutal efficiency, yet the burning desire to fulfill her father’s intricate gambit, to dismantle powerful empires from within, pulsed with a fierce, unwavering determination. With Vlad’s fate still hanging precariously in the balance, a desperate gamble for his survival, Violet knew she had to navigate Aurora’s increasingly paranoid and brutal reign with extreme caution, every interaction a perilous dance on the edge of destruction. The hidden dungeon, a forgotten relic beneath the ancient foundations of the Romano estate, was a place of profound darkness and chilling solitude. The air hung heavy with the p

"Now, it's time to pay a beast a visit." ~~ In the dungeon, the air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay. The guards stood like statues, their faces expressionless as they surrounded the area. Dominic walked inside, the soft rustle of his clothes echoing off the cold stone walls. The flickering candle lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the space feel even more scary. As he made his way deeper into the dungeon, the atmosphere grew heavier, weighed down by the secrets that lingered in every corner. This was the darker side of the Crimson pack mansion, a place where those deemed unworthy or uncooperative were sent to be punished.

The pack was very passive though and I can’t remember a single time that we had to use that while I was living there. Taking a deep breath I square my shoulder and step forward, carefully making my way down the spiral staircase. Drago is following close behind and his eyes are focused. No book in his hand right now, he is hyper vigilant as he guards us. We make it to the bottom and I blink my eyes, adjusting to the dimness of the room. It’s not pitch black, just very dim giving the people inside the impression that no time has passed. Like a form of torture. I look around and I find myself not surprised by the surroundings. It looks like a dungeon you would find in a fantasy novel, one with

I had no one to stand beside me and support me. I was alone in my plight. “Hey, Ciril.” I heard a gentle voice now and I roamed my gaze through the surrounding darkness, trying to check for who had called me. I panicked. The Dungeon was synonymous with a hallway except that it had cell blocks on each side while its only source of light were the lamp lights that were broadly spaced out on the walls where they were hung. The Dungeon's most outstanding feature was that it was very hot since it was underground. I roamed my gaze through the darkness until I saw a face. I trembled away from the metal cage.

I just turned and walked away. I climbed a few steps down from the basement into my house. I had built a dungeon in the house where I lived in it about it. Only a few people know about it. Henry and the few guards that I trusted with my life. Even Naya did not know about it.

-Come on, the princess agreed, calling her favorite knit socks. The corridors fork in the castle. There is a plethora of new, shiny doors in each. The roads lead upwards, they have turns, stairs that go down, corridors ... Torches on the walls light up and cast flickering lights. Still, there are more half-shadows than lighted places. There is no torch burning in one area. There is an old, very dusty door, covered with a thick layer of cobwebs. A set of strange symbols appear udder the cobwebs. The cat unleashes his sword and cuts the cobwebs.

Ahbaya, she killed them all. When Emery and I arrived at the hind end of the mansion, I couldn’t believe my eyes and thought I was hallucinating. A dungeon. Not just any dark dungeon for some kinky master’s collection. A dungeon meant to punish someone who had been on her ‘naughty list.’ For all I knew I could’ve been dreaming. And my dream was a twisted, upside down, crazy, side of her. Crazier than I’d thought she’d ever be.