Dungeon Meshi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I could tell by his stature and his scent that he was either human or his wolf was weak. He chuckled and licked his lips as he approached. He stopped at me first, grabbing my chin and leaning close to take a deep breath of my scent. He chuckled as I recoiled and shuddered in disgust. Armilla squeaked and trembled, holding herself perfectly still as he drew a fleshy hand over her face. Then, he stopped at Angelia, tracing a hand over her cheek. He chuckled and stepped back, “I love the obedient ones… Welcome girls, to my dungeon. You will call me, Dan.”

He hissed back, lowering his blanket to glare at me. "Fine, but I'm not covering for you if I get caught!" He muttered something that sounded like a curse, but he didn’t get up. I shook my head, stifling a smile as I slipped from the room. I liked having Burney by my side, but being alone was nice. Really nice. I took my time walking the corridors to the largest cavern then turned right, heading past the dining hall and down to the very end.

Deep within her mind, she struggled to keep herself from having the delusion. “Yeah, I already told you, didn’t I?” Gryphon brought his hand down and leaned to peck at Andrea’s face. “You’re the only one I can stand, so can’t you just spend the rest of your life with me?”

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?"

I whispered under my breath as I slid down the wall and lay on the bare floor. The dungeon wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. At least the walls are well plastered and the floors are tiled unlike my pack, where the dungeon is a significance of what hell itself looks like. Fuck! “What the hell Zoey? Why am I feeling so attached to this son of a bit*h?!” I ran my hands through my hair as I felt the urge to pleasure myself. He took my innocence a few hours ago and yes, it felt painful but the more I think about it…I just want more and more…

My mouth opened to argue—and then the corridor lit itself, one rune at a time, like lanterns leading us down a path I hadn’t chosen. A path that wanted me. Dax cursed under his breath. “The cage is calling you home.” “I’ve never been here,” I whispered. “That doesn’t matter,” he said. “Cages don’t care about your memory. Only your blood.” We moved anyway, because the tunnel behind us wasn’t safe anymore. The stone kept whispering. The seam kept widening, following, insisting. Every step forward, the air grew heavier. Every step, the mate bond twanged—sharp and barbed—as if something on the other end was pulling, pulling, pulling.

” When I realized that he didn't care, I started screaming at the pack members. “You all will die tomorrow. There's going to be an attack, be careful.” I screamed as I struggled against them. Soon we descended the last flight of stairs into the dungeon. It was cold and foreboding. The walls of made of grey stone that seemed impenetrable as it absorbed the faint light that managed to filter in from the high slits above. The air was heavy with the scent of mold and decay. The only reason I could place the scent was became it smelt like the restaurant I was fired from.

🗡️ASHER🗡️ The dungeon was cold and damp, the air thick with the smell of mold and old blood and the kind of despair that seeped into your bones and never left. I had been sitting in this corner for what felt like weeks, my body aching, my stomach hollow with hunger, my mind spinning with the weight of everything I had lost.

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.

Vasperia asked after she noticed they had walks last the mansiom and anything that had to do with houses, well except for a big large building that looked so ancient. “We are going to the dungeon?” She blurted out and fear creeped Into her whole body that she stopped walking. The dungeon! It brought so many unpleasant memories, so many ugly scenes that could make tears bawl from her eyes. It made her remembered helpless she has felt, how weak and hungry she had been. She was drained, she hated Raze , she hated Regan and Bryan and ofcourse she still did not going back to a place that looked like it wasn't in her bucket list. It was a nightmare she was trying to run away from and even if thing