Dungeon Man Novels & Stories

“I think we can handle it. I never felt particularly…burdened.” “Will you just trust me on this one?” he asks. "Hallowed Moon shunned you, but if you actually absorbed that entire pack's spirit, you'd be dead." The entrance to the dungeon rises up from the ground. Just a small little brick structure with a single door. Surrounded by the broken forest and wet rainbows, it gives the impression that it’s a door to some magical world. It’s considerably colder inside the dungeon than it is outside and I break out in goosebumps. Without a word, Jericho shrugs out of his jumper and folds it over my shoulders. I gratefully fold the warm garment around myself and inhale his scent.

“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

They were covered in mud water, and they shouted all day long. “Aaron Dole! Arresting me is equivalent to messing with Dragon King Well! Do you know what the consequences are? “Hurry up and let go of me! Otherwise, I’ll kill you the moment I get out! “Do you f*cking hear me?!” No matter how Dumbo shouted in the dungeon at the opening above, no one came. His voice was already hoarse from shouting. More than a dozen of his men were sprawled on the floor. He kicked them and cursed, “Damn it! Get up and shout for me!”

"I'm Sam Mendoza. I used to be a martial arts instructor," said a bulky guy with massive arms, giving Lonnie a bored look. "I'm pretty solid in a fight. I've cleared one dungeon before, but that was pure luck." "I'm Joseph Payne. I work security," a guy with a buzz cut said, giving a short nod. "This is my first time, but I'm fast and strong." "Hi, I'm Alison Hodges. I'm a nurse," a girl in a white dress said, eyeing me carefully. "In horror dungeons, I can reduce the corruption damage teammates get from monsters. Helps keep your mind from snapping."

“Mandy’s Mausoleum is a special dungeon that can only be accessed by members of the party [Godly Food]. All members must be present to start a new boss raid dungeon event?” Huh? For a minute, Zen stood motionlessly in the middle of Mandy’s safe zone with the ridiculous gas mask covering most of his expression. Some people watching his channel thought the stream was still broken with how motionless Zen was. However, the creator of the dungeon knew better. Zen was probably too overwhelmed to react.

“You stand on the threshold of a great opportunity. His voice was rich and sonorous for his age and it stirred the hearts of the Adventurers that heard him. Within this Dungeon lies treasure beyond your wildest dreams, but make no mistake—danger lurks in every shadow. Only the strong and the clever will survive.” The crowd murmured in response, a mix of excitement and apprehension rippling through them. Neron let out a yawn as the man continued talking. He wasn't moved by him at all as he found the words clichéd and artificial.

The man responsible for the dungeons and the criminals, Dean, bowed as i entered the dungeons, noting the whole place. “Your highness.” He gruffly greeted, his huge form bigger and taller than mine, but i was still more feared. I could see the rogues who were hung in the dungeons stiffen, most of them only knnowing about me but not recognizing me. “What are the stats? How many have started talking?” i asked as i wore my gloves. “None your highness.” Just what i needed. I smirked as i looked at the rogues as i picked up a scapel. “Now, who is going to talk first?”

The guards all bowed as he walked " Get the stuffs in the car " he ordered and they all rushed toward the car Alyssa followed him silently ******* " Luther, you are finally back " A man who look like he's in his early forties said with a smile " Yeah,,with his mate " Another woman who is likely to be his wife said and Luther faced them " Yeah,,am back. I found her ' He said " I fucking smell human in this house!! " A voice of a girl who should be between 17 or 18 years said out loudly walking into the same room they are in

His face stiffened before he spat out a glob of blood. He then felt his organs roiling in his body. He had only been hit once by the enemy. From this, one could see how powerful the man who had hit him was. Noticing that Lyndon was at his limit, the men from Skyarch Palace were not hasty in taking action. Lyndon looked back at the old man, asking, "Who are you?" "You aren't worthy of hearing my name, young man. You just need to know that you're about to die in a few days!" the old man said. He was also a martial artist, and his name was Jett Dunn.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”