Dungeon Meshi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“It’s not mine…” “Aye, a wolve dungeon,” Moon added, narrowing his eyes. I yanked at the chains, trying to free Moon. “Hello, it’s not mine.” “A kinky sex dungeon.” Jeremy grinned, looking around with far too much excitement. When the other two Charms turned to glare at him, he pouted. “It could be…” “For the love of Hecate, it’s not mine, so strike me dead!” I howled. Suddenly, bright light lit up the room, blinding me.

"You don't have to, I mean, dirty you+dirty dungeon= germs and at the same time, clean you+dirty dungeon= germs too." Zheme turned to glare at her, eyes summing her up as if she was a math test. "Dungeon? What dungeon?" "The same dungeon you promised to sleep in tonight." Zheme tilted his head, eyes squinting as he feigned confusion. "Me...?" He asked, stretching the word as if he was a child. "When did I promise that?" Lexie's eyes narrowed as she scratched her head, feet disregarding Zheme's big, ugly slippers to rest on the bed. "Don't play with me Zheme, today, after dinner you promised to sleep in the dungeon if I sat in your lap."

His silver-steel eyes flicked around, panicked and disoriented, and Damian felt the sting of responsibility in every fiber of his being. They moved, careful, slow at first, stepping over chunks of rock and twisted metal. The dungeon twisted ahead, tunnels branching, some blocked, some collapsing. The smell of dust and blood clung to the air, mixing with the lingering, volatile pheromones that still clung to Rowan. Damian ignored it, keeping his focus on the narrow passage that had barely survived the earlier blast. The exit was tight — barely more than a crawlspace. Damian led, chest pressed against the ceiling at points, hands brushing the walls, feeling for cracks, for weaknesses. He kept

I was keyed up enough that I didn’t think I could sleep, but the comforting presence of my mates lulled me into a deeper sleep than I would have thought. ***** Dalia’s POV The darkness in the dungeon was completely overwhelming. Without my wolf I could barely make out anything. I hated it with a passion. Hated Drake, hated Viola. I was seething, and to top it off, I was sure that I heard Avery down here with Drake and Viola speaking with Alpha Brandon. I couldn’t be sure how long I had been in this disgusting dungeon, time felt irrelevant. ‘THUD’ Something, or someone fell loudly in the dungeon. I got up and went to the bars hoping to see something, there was a faint green light coming towar

There was perfect silence, and not even knitting could actually kill the boredom which was gradually seeping in. “Oh, wait!” I said, under my breath as I recalled something which created a surge of excitement in me. It was the dungeon. The dungeon had a particular path which Liam, Lucas’ beta, didn’t take me through. The dungeon seemed really old, as well, so maybe; just maybe I could find something, anything. I rose to my feet immediately, and picked up my phone, then looked around. “What else do I need?” I said, under my breath, scanning around.

He turned to the young eunuch and said, "You may go back first. I can go in by myself." Most people of the Nine Spirits Tribe were particularly afraid of the Sky-reaching Dungeons, and this young eunuch was no exception. When he heard what Ding Hao said, he was relieved and hurriedly bowed. "Take care, Your Excellency." Ding Hao stepped into the dungeons. The heavy gate slowly closed, and peace was restored here. Only the occasional snoring of Evil Moon not far away and the footsteps of the young eunuch who was gradually leaving could be heard. In the Sky-reaching Dungeons-

He promised to say all that he knows but only to Alice. We finally enter the basement and to my surprise, most of the dungeons are occupied. The guards take us into a corridor that seems to go even deeper down to an armored door. The chief opens it with his fingerprint and we enter a large room with a cage in the center. A very dirty man with short brown hair is sitting wisely on the bed with his hands on his knees. The moment he sees Alice, he jumps up and throws himself on the bars. "Alpha Alice Crane! Thank you so much for coming!"

Instead, I stay determined to be awake and prepared for whatever comes next. Sleep would be a vulnerability I can't afford. At long last when the first light of dawn creeps into the dungeon casting eerie shadows on the walls, I straighten my aching spine, bracing myself for the inevitable return of my tormentors. Thankfully, the men hadn't stepped in here at night to do the unthinkable. I shudder lightly. The door creaks open and Damian walks in with a smirk twisting his face. His mismatched blue and brown orbs pierce into my soul as he takes a long look at me.

--- In the system lobby. The broadcast screen lit up with a new announcement. [S-Rank Dungeon “Mental Asylum” is now permanently sealed.] On the forums, players were already snickering. [Knew it.] [What is wrong with this girl? Every dungeon she clears gets locked afterward.] [She’s basically Conan in an infinite-world novel. Every horror dungeon’s worst nightmare.] [I still don’t get why that anomaly said “sorry” to her at the end.] [Forget sorry—how did he even know about Rose Manor?!]

And now that I’ve found my mate, I will not break. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dark space I was in. Oh yeah, I’m in a dungeon again. This bitch has me on a torture rack with my wrists and ankles shackled and the chains pulled tight to stretch my limbs. It looks like the Shit Witch is trying to go medieval on my ass. No wonder my whole body hurts.