Dungeon Man Novels & Stories

A young warrior tried but fail to inconspicuously pace around the area, giving me the clue. I marched towards him and immediately, he pulled out his blade and pointed it at me. I didn't waste any time with him and soon enough, he was down writhing in pain as I moved and pulled the metal door that led to the dungeons upwards and descended inside. The dungeon was as quiet as I remembered it to be, probably likely to do with the change of leadership, and considering the chaos David was constituting up, he needed more warriors than he did here. "Damon," I called fearlessly. "Where are you? Can you hear me?"

Dungeons were never my favorite places to visit. The guard unlocked a cell, revealing a man clutching his stomach and wincing in pain. Wolves usually had high healing abilities and strong immune systems. Seeing him suffer like this made me curious. “Hello, I’m Commander Celeriac,” I introduced myself. I couldn't see his face properly. The man’s gray, dirty robe hid his appearance. Slowly, he stood up, taller than everyone else in the room. Not as tall as Hades, but definitely not the size of an average wolf.

Jael smirked as she said mischievously. Lucia glared at her, abashed. She also wanted to know why Leon was there but didn’t come into their room. As they continued eating, the private room door was pushed open from outside again. Thinking that it was the waiter was there again to deliver something else, they all looked at the door casually. But soon they were all stunned, as it wasn’t the waiter that came, but a young man with a built of about 1.8 meters in height. He had a firm jaw, a high nose bridge. Although he looked handsome and flirtatious at a glance, he exuded a natural aura that made people distance themselves from him. Especially his eyes that looked dark and bright like an eagles

“P-Please. I can give you gems! Jewelry! What about lunar flowers? We have them all. If you’d just take us back–” “How are you going to bargain with something that’s not yours anymore?” He scoffed, “Move it. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Tears streamed down my face. We were brought out of the dungeon into another section that had been turned into a room. There were no windows and the scent of sweat and tears filled the air. The man who brought us there shoved us inside and closed the door behind us as a fat, whale of a man turned towards us. I could tell by his stature and his scent that he was either human or his wolf was weak.

Boro needed to move quickly or else he risked Tutijas' trail running cold. When Boro had left the dungeon he asked the Lord of Helfa how long he had been there. He had only spent a night and a day in the dungeon, and even that may have been enough time for him to lose the trail. Any more delays would most certainly leave him searching in the dark for the hermit blade master.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

Elaine waved her hand in disgust, as if she was shooing away a bothersome fly. As soon as her words fell, two bodyguards hoisted me up and dragged me down into the cold, damp basement. I was thrown onto the floor, and every single bone in my body felt as though it had shattered into pieces. I curled up in a corner as my consciousness gradually began to fade.

I have seen men who have gotten car engines finally fixed, not because they found it easy to have the breaking point , but they fought until they had the car engine fixed. What you love you won't give up on it until it gets fixed. You stay geared up ,awake and watching over it that it won't just die in your watch. That's what a real man does, they are fighters to their last breath like Jesus who loved to a point that He let His ghost out. If realness was in most of us most of the broken homes would be the strongest empires in the world. A weakness of a person who is stubborn is that he will condemn wisdom when he sees it. At one point there was a guy who was married to his lady, suddenly p

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

They became colder making me get goosebumps. The vortex dissipated and before us stood a man with a large strong build dressed in a black tarted robe. Black long tresses hung a around his face like a curtain. Only when he looked up could we see his face. His face was pale and he had dark orbs for eyes, and he had small horns coming out of his temples. His fangs peered out of his mouth. I swallowed, being only a few feet apart from it. " Who dares summon me!" he bellowed furiously frightening me. I didn't move and stayed composed. Blake was closely behind me but as instructed, he didn't approach me.