Dungeon Mistress Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

“But you both are talking to me like I have got a terminal disease and it is freaking me out.” “Where are my manners,” the older woman said with a forced smile. “I am the Grand Mistress of the Black Veil Brides. You can call me Grand Mistress and no you are not dying of a terminal disease.” “So, what is the problem?” I asked. “Let us find out,” Circe said and motioned for me to follow her.Grand Mistress was walking far ahead like there was no time to waste. I entered a room that led out to the back yard. It was dark outside and my mind went to Aurora.

“She says she wishes to speak with you.” Of course she did. The council still stood frozen along the edges of the room. Warriors listening. Watching. They had just heard I was hybrid. And now the woman who supposedly chose the enemy stood at my gate. Testing the throne. I adjusted my cuffs slowly. “Open the gate,” I said. The guard blinked. “Without escort?” “Yes.” A ripple moved through the remaining elders. Darius leaned closer. “You’re sure?” I looked toward the massive wooden doors of the hall.

I rushed forward and shouted sharply, "I’m Lyra Hale. Orion Hale’s wife. These two are Orion Hale’s parents. Open your eyes and look carefully! Get Mr. Hale to the hospital immediately! If anything happens to him, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!" The manager, Calvin Brooks, snorted coldly. Grabbing my chin, he swung his hand and slapped me hard. "I’ve seen this kind of pathetic dine-and-dash trick countless times. Every day, someone claims to be Mr. Hale’s girlfriend to get out of paying. So why haven’t I ever seen Mr. Hale bring you here to eat? "Up to now, the only person Mr. Hale has personally brought here is Miss Rhodes. We only listen to Miss Rhodes."

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

Darryl lost his balance and immediately knelt down. Could the woman on the throne really be the Cult Mistress? The Cult Master of Grandmaster Heaven Cult coddled his Cult Mistress. Therefore, meeting her was like meeting the Cult Master himself. She was in control of more than a hundred thousand Grandmaster Heaven Cult disciples! ‘This is bad, I looked directly at the Cult Mistress. Am I going to get beheaded?’ thought Darryl anxiously. Darryl had never felt so anxious in his entire life. He had some good personal connections at Donghai City so had always been able to solve any issues which came his way.

There was no place better than the dungeon to master his newly received skill. He used his stealth as he peeked at the party who were fighting the monsters on the fifteenth floor. The party had 2 mages, 1 swordsman, 1 spearman, and 1 healer. He quietly watched them as he took in every spell that both the mages uses. “Even adventurers from other regions come here for the experience. I think I chose the best place, right Blur?” Dio brushed Blur’s fur with his fingers and his bond purred in response.

She knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, a somewhat hoarse voice told them to enter. As Matthias entered the room, he looked around to see it decorated top to bottom with peculiar-looking tapestries and shelves stocked with various charms and incense that filled the air with sweet aromas. The two were met by a woman who looked about as ancient as the Spirits, draped with a cloak of crimson and silver. Matthias distinctly remembered Hama as the Mistress who denied Lyda the chance to train as an oracle, and rightly so, he had come to believe. “Thank you for seeing me,” Matthias said, lowering his head to her as well.

Byeol was proud to hear that her analysis from before was correct, but such a grave error concerned her. "Before this dungeon drags another innocent person inside, someone must quickly conquer it. If you have permission to enter this place, I take it your goal is to beat the dungeon of Ichpochtli, correct?" Byeol questioned the girl who gripped the edges of her shirt and eagerly nodded her head. "I must beat this dungeon and acquire Ichpochtli as my Mystical!" The girl looked directly ahead, and they all saw how her eyes shone with determination. "If you don't mind us asking, why are you so determined to acquire Ichpochtli as your Mystical?" Luna asked the girl, who reverted to her shy demea

Hearing this, I glanced at my reflection in a nearby store window and froze. My makeup was now a total disaster, mascara streaking down my cheeks. My hair was also a tangled mess from all the running. I had no idea how Graham managed to recognize me in my current state. I barely even recognized myself. I took the tissue and hastily wiped my face, trying to fix the damage. Then, feeling embarrassed, I muttered a quiet thank-you. Graham didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and gently smoothed my messy hair with his warm hand. I instinctively stepped back to put some distance between us, but he moved forward again, effectively closing the gap once more.