Dungeon Meshi Yaad Novels & Stories

I run my fingers over them and my lower belly clenches. Damned dragon.

It was as if the very walls of the dungeon were soaked in the tears of the tormented souls that inhabited it. With the surroundings shrouded in an ominous gloom, I relied on Lena's keen vision to pierce through the shadows. The dungeon stretched before me, a labyrinth of grimy walls and murky passageways, each corner cloaked in an unsettling stillness broken only by the mournful wails that echoed through the air.

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-

My eyes scanned the entire area as he drove past the tall buildings in the area. Sicily looked lively and pretty as usual. It had been 3 years that I had been here. It took us an hour, and thirty minutes before we passed through high mountains and a lonely road before a castle came into view. I hadn't been in this part of the city since I was born. Not to talk of a castle coming into view. As we drove through the gate, I watched the high walls and told myself that no one can escape this home if they wanted to.

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?

Everything just felt real here, but she couldn't understand why the dream led her to the pack house. "Hello!?" She walked the hallways, dragging her hand along the walls. She peaked into the various rooms she came across. Still, she didn't find anyone around. She didn't even know his name, so she couldn't call out for him. "Hello!? Is anyone there?" she said as she sniffed the air for his scent. She couldn't smell anything, though. This was pointless. He was probably out trying to find her. It was silly to think she could find him here and the pack house of all backdrops? What was she thinking. She turned to go back to the foyer when she heard music from the dining hall and what was becoming

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

Malleteagan’s POV With our gazes cast down, we were butchering through in skirmish with Veltalas, chopping their skulls off with chthonic axes and advancing through the vast space of the main Morsburg dungeon. Without the ability to see and use eyesight as a lead in the fight, we had to rely on our other senses entirely. I have lost a few more omegas, and Thersar lost a few lesser faes. Nexelex lost a few warriors, too, while Kandreah lost none. When we finally managed to break through and get to the dungeon's exit, we ended up in an enormous space in front of Morsburg's central dungeon. We were breaking through the town of Morsburg now.

Holding cells. A chill ran up Ava’s spine as she was momentarily transported back into the Red Moon dungeon, where she often found herself shuffling down similarly long, dank stone hallways. Just like when she’d been locked away, Ava had no way of telling what dangers lurked around each corner. She had nearly no sense of time, either, and felt just as helpless as she did now.