Dungeon Man Novels & Stories

Damien The dungeon was a cold, damp chamber beneath the packhouse, lit by a single flickering lantern. I stood outside the cell, my arms crossed, glaring at the rogue who had shifted back into his human form. The man was wiry, with scars running across his face and arms. He sat slumped against the wall, his breathing ragged but his eyes defiant. I signaled for the guard to open the cell and I went in with Rowan standing just outside. I glared at the man who was looking at me without any fear in his eyes.

If things become worse, I'll evacuate with my family to the inner dungeons. Will they be able to locate me then? Never. Because no one but me, can enter the dungeon's inner floors. ... "Arghh...argh!" screamed a man as an invisible force crushed him. Soon after, the man was shoved to the floor. He was absolutely subdued. "Arghhh!" screamed the man in despair as he battled against the crushing force. It was pointless. Sharp cracks accompanied blinding anguish as the unfathomable force began to wreak havoc on his body. He screamed in agony as he felt his bones fracture.

Another thing that troubled Vans was the sudden appearance of someone other than himself in this dungeon, and the man claimed it was a secret place. Another question that arose in Vans' mind was when this person entered the dungeon. Vans had even set up camp near the dungeon entrance, yet he didn't see anyone besides himself and the group of adventurers he was with enter the dungeon. He wondered if he had been here before or if there was another entrance to the dungeon. Many things perplexed Vans, but it was clearly impossible to ask someone who intended to kill him. "I only need to kill you because you dared to come this far," the man declared, increasing his pace and skillfully evading the

I breathe in and out and continue running; I don't stop until I'm in front of the dungeon. "These are my soldiers." Luca points to the five punk-looking men with mohawk haircuts, dangling earrings, and full-sleeve tattoos, hanging guns on their chests and in their waistbands and pockets and every available space in their clothes and bodies. I nod at them in acknowledgment. We step into the dungeon. Luca beside and two of his very tough 'soldiers,' as he calls them. The dungeon is dark, and it smells of blood and death. I adjust my eyes to get used to the darkness before proceeding further into the dungeon.

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

The air in the room felt suffocating, so I left, my footsteps echoing softly down the hallway. The house was alive with motion. Maids bustled past, carrying trays and dusting corners, though more than a few paused to give me sharp, judgmental stares. I frowned. What’s their problem? I muttered inwardly, ignoring them as I continued down the stairs. That’s when I heard his voice. “Assemble all the men. To the dungeon.” Dungeon? My brows knitted. What kind of house had a dungeon? I froze, curiosity prickling at my skin. Adriano strode ahead with Santo and Lorenzo flanking behind him . Without even realizing it, my feet moved on their own. Curiosity, stronger than fear, pulled me forward. I kep

one guard called as he unlocked my cage. I glanced back at the woman, her eyes had returned to their normal brown color but the sinister smile did not leave her face. My skin was flooded with goose bumps and even as I left the dungeon, the fear I had felt, still stayed with me. Who the fuck where these people? I took a deep breath. I was spiraling over something that should not even be my concern. I had to get out of here. But how? “Where are you taking me to?” I asked the scruffy looking, shirtless guy. His dirty blond hair looked like it had not been washed in weeks and his long nails had dirt lodged in them. What kind of organisation was Adonis running here?

He glance to the entrance and he saw the man who ready his sword to hit the dumbfounded woman, as if learning something that hardly to understand. “The entrance will close in 5 seconds! 5...4...3...2..!” Rojan find himself turn his back to the dungeon. Before the entrance finally close, he make it to outside. His heart panting and sweating in cold. He reminded to that very moment, when the Player drench on their own blood, lifeless and has no chance of resurrection. He keep refusing to believe all this time, but how can he refuse now if life is at risk? “You, jerk!”

Damian asked coldly. "In the dungeon boss." Grey answered. Damian stood up and left the room with Grey trailing behind him. *********** ~DUNGEON~ Damian watched angrily as a man probably in his mid twenties was chained against the wall. He had blue and black bruises all over his body which was a result of the beating he recieved from Damian's guards. "What do you think you would gain my stealing from me?" He asked taking slow strides towards the already shivering man. "I'm so sorry boss. I don't know what came over me. I needed money urgently so I....."

No sooner than I had let go of the doorknob, an older man came out of one of the adjacent rooms. I gasped as our eyes made contact with one another. Isabella had mentioned the names of all the vampires in the home, and I had met everyone except Martin and Amber. Well, I'd met Amber, but I wouldn't call our brief gathering where she sucked the blood from my finger an official meeting. "Hi,” I decided to approach. “You must be Martin?" My muscles clenched as I stared at how huge the man was. His arms looked like he'd been working out with Arnold Schwarzenegger. While he didn’t have any hair on his head, his long black beard was as dark as night.