Novel & Cerita Dungeon Lord

GD's eyes directed on his front upon seeing the presence of humans inside the dungeon, looking directly at him. "So...it has been a long time, your highness." the elder man greeted him which only made GD's eyes squinted in anger at him. He acted to attack him but the constraints not only stopped him but also weakened him gradually. As if all his strengths were being sucked out from his body. "Quero." GD spatted in recognition. It had been indeed a very long time since he last saw this great leader of the rebel of the reptilian tribe from the war which took place years ago.

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

After just a few short hours, Boro and his officers had arrived before Kurten, were they were greeted by the Lord Commander of the rebel forces, High Lord Hyltel Rembrate, one of the highest ranking nobles in all of Gladous. High Lord Hyltel was a boulder of a man. Lord Hyltel was not a particularly tall man, in fact Boro was at least a head taller than him. However he was built like a blacksmith. His wide body, at first glance, could be mistaken for fat but once you got close you could see he was all muscle. His large hands looked like that could easily crush stone. He had a wide, square jaw and a bald face and head making him look much more youthful then he really was.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

"I've been looking forward to this." His hand was cool. His grip was exactly calibrated not too firm, not deferential. The grip of someone who had spent centuries reading what hands communicated and had decided to communicate ease. "Lysander Vale," she said. "I know who you are." "I imagine you do." His eyes moved briefly to Caspian, then back to her, with the quality of someone noting a chess position. "My cousin has excellent taste." "Is that what I am?" Nora said. "Taste?"

At 6 PM, Bastian arrived at Lord Valerius's estate with Ophelia. The full moon banquet was the ultimate networking event for the clans. Tonight, the room was packed with the highest vampire nobility. Bastian held a crystal glass of premium synth-blood, zoning out while Valerius talked about the new territory treaties. He hadn't seen Aveline all day. Instinctively, he reached out through the blood bond to find her, but hit a wall of dead, silent nothingness.

Guards, armored and armed, watching warily. Rael slowed his horse. “Let me speak first.” Elior nodded. They approached the gate, and a voice called down. “State your business.” Rael dismounted, throwing back his hood. “I am Rael Cavareth, son of the true king. I seek an audience with Lord Dain.” A long pause followed. Then, the gates creaked open just enough for them to pass through. Inside, the stronghold was alive with tension. Soldiers lined the walls, watching with wary eyes. At the far end of the courtyard stood an older man with a scarred face and sharp eyes, Lord Dain.

••DAMIEN POV•• "Let’s go to the dungeon immediately," I said, glancing at both Dylan and David, they nodded agreeing with me. The maid immediately stiffened and blocked my path with a shivering tone, "My lord, the dungeon is a restricted area, even the maids who work here aren't allowed to go there, they won’t allow anyone there, Beta Karlos is a very dangerous man." I smirked. "Oh, really? Let’s see who dares to stop the Alpha kings!"

Christopher asked, stalking angrily towards her, but just before he could reach her, a knock sounded on the door, diverting both their attentions. "Can I come in?" It was Don Matteo and as soon as Nicole saw him she rolled her eyes at his fake humility and gentleness which he had used to fool her father over the years, but not Nicole. She could see right through him and she had long since known him for the snake that he was. "The guests are starting to get a little restless. I thought I should inform you." "I'll go and calm them down. In the mean time, maybe you should try talking some sense into her because i'm honestly at my wits end."

Looking around the portal where I can find a dungeon. I just stared at this grassy field as I felt the wind on my face. When someone saw that, I jumped before emerging into a dark cave. I let go of my bow first. It was dissolved into thin air then replaced with a long knife. I remember that dungeon -too. The inhabitants here are called Grims. A black troll with the ability to summon skeleton soldiers every 30 seconds. I immediately pulled out a geographical hologram map of the entire dungeon and walked slowly while looking around. I heard my every step because of the echo of the surroundings. Terrible. In the end, there is a large door.