Dungeon Lord Novels & Stories

As Rigelius Prime, mage and weirdo extraordinaire, proclaimed: | "Completing your storyline is no easy task. The path is riddled with tribulations. There is a total of 350 dungeon levels and as many dungeon lords. In particular, a single player campaign like yours would take at least a thousand hours of game play. You need to unlock all skill trees, take on all side quests, discover all secret locations, collect all artifacts, and explore all maps…" | Did you also hear that in a wise, croaky wizard voice?

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

Dead already. He waved a flat hand and huts levelled. Crushing in on themselves. Like deflating haystacks. I'd never seen anyone so terrifyingly powerful. What is he? My body was shaking, and I was so afraid he’d see me that I was shaking trying not to bump the tree I hid behind or the dense shrubbery at my back. Just stay here. Don’t move. But I’d never been so terrified… *** I'd heard whispers, we all had, that King Detry kept a guild of mages in the castle. Led by the man he only referred to as his warlord and Warlord's second, Hawk. A man also known for his vicious ruthlessness.

∞∞∞ The throne room still stank of ash and blood. Once a jewel of architecture, the high-arched ceiling now bore soot scars from dragonfire. Half the stained glass had melted, leaving jagged holes where sunlight poured in without mercy. The dais had been stripped bare; her father’s throne replaced with nothing but a carved obsidian slab. And he sat atop it like he had always belonged there. The Dragon Warlord. He didn’t wear a crown. He was one.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

The city is back to its normal condition, no rising war; everybody is just doing their thing, but, a dice of death is thrown into the air, the ring leader knows it will definitely land with its head. The dungeon is not a place of peace, it is filled with torment. The ring leader has faced hell with the little time he spent in the dungeon. The werewolf knows that putting a person in the dungeon is the deepest punishment he could face.

Adrian said but got interuppted by Master Grogo. " Now that I have all the Ten Stones of Eternity, It's time I show people how powerful I am, It's time I bring back the long death Planets devourer, Let's welcome Lord Doom!!! " Master Grogo roared as his armour changed. A powerful force forced the three generals to their knees, The Amulet glowed which caused the wall to slowly vibrate, Master Grogo who has now become Lord Doom smiled as he face his three best generals. " I guess it's time to announce myself to Katarra "

” Agnar said, fastening the button of his pants. ‘The dungeon.” Logan said with a nod. “The fucking dungeon!” Agnar growled fiercely, his eyes filling with rage as he looked at Logan. “Yes Alpha…she’s dangerous.’ Logan said, confused at his reaction. “Dangerous..She’s Dangerous!..You know who's dangerous…me! My mate is locked in our fucking dungeon!” Agnar's voice echoed loudly off the walls of the bedroom. “Oh man…he wakes up mad.” Graham said coming into the room with a slight limp and his arm in a sling.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an