Dungeon Lord Novels & Stories

The Crown of The Dead, made out of the bones of his ancestors, sat heavily upon his spider-silk hair, the gray ash of his skin making his eyes into a stormy abyss. The sky darkened outside my curtains, and I knew it was his displeasure that made it so. Here was not my godfather but Lord Ingálvur Nam-Tar of the In-Between, Drow Lord of the Dead and Dying, One of the Six Swords of The Court of Moon and Shadow, and Sacred Culler of the Mortal Realm From Infinite Death's Corridor. And he was not to be fucked with.

I couldn't digest it. I felt myself being tugged down the hallway. I struggled but it was useless. We finally approached the double doors, the guards shifted aside as they let us in. The girl yelled at the maids to push me in. The room was filled with people and they turned towards my direction. My skin prickled under their attention. I recognized the Lords. Each and everyone was seated around the long table including the lord that I haven't met before. His curious eyes study me. Alejandro was settled at the extreme end on the high chair. His cold eyes met mine as he took me in.

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

Chaos felt a bit weirded out, he didn't know what to do. Should he kick the dungeon core? No… he just hugged it, so he shouldn't be this rude against it now that he showed it affection before. Perhaps because of this affection, it grew attached to him. "See? My lord, it is your son! A little lord!" said Belphegor. "A little lord…" said Chaos, petting the Dungeon Core. "Little… Lord…" said the Dungeon Core, it seemed to be slowly learning words. Chaos sighed as he considered simply let it be.

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

“I can tell that you’re not a leader type.” “Well… that’s correct.” “You’re also not someone who is moving alone. Certainly not a lone wolf either.” “Wow…” Dionysus was mindblown. How the heck did he know it? “Taking everything into account…” Conan cupped his chin with his thumb and index fingers and pondered alone. “It means you must have served a lord. Maybe some shady lord, I don’t know.” ‘This fucking butler. I ought to unalive him.’ “That shady lord is Lord Shadow. Mind your language, Sire.” He coughed.

Governor Victor looked at the Gene Fighters in front of him and said angrily, "Milord? What other lords are there in this City of Wind Demons?" ... The Gene Fighters said, "It's Lord Lucas!" "What?" When the Governor, Victor, heard this, he couldn't bear it. He immediately jumped up from his throne.

So being placed in the underground dungeon is merely a sentence that could lead to execution, and it is even their young lord’s own orders which aroused the curiosity of these guards to know what these people did for them to be treated like heinous criminals. On the other side of the inner territory of Rebelliad, Crow came out of his hiding and rushed to the small courtyard rented by Crown prince Rogeus after seeing the arrival of that small envoy surrounded by city lord manor’s guards entering the city lord manor. The young lord of the city of rogues is one of the most difficult pieces of existence that might hinder their mission of looking for the red divine treasure, and Crow wants Crown

Waylon looked down at them "You will get everything you want and more. Ready yourselves. For we will match soon." He started to descend down the stage and the crowd cheered once more, chanting his name as he exited the hall. Drac followed after him "My lord, we need to stock up more weapons and food to feed them till we are ready to battle." He raised his eyebrows "Stock up on what food for which people?" "For the mercenaries. They will be staying here for the time being, will they not?" Drac inquired. He snorted "I will not waste my gold on feeding those scumbags. However, buy more weapons. As many as possible, we need to stock up the armory."

Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam says you got a dungeon here in your castle! Is he lying?” Hunter asks Adam with a serious frown. “He's not lying to you. I do have a dungeon. It's right below us.” Hunter's eyes go wide as saucer plates and his mout forms an astonished 'oh' for a moment before the excitement sets in. He bounces up and down on his heels begging, “Can I please see it? Please?”