Dungeon Mistress Novels & Stories

All eyes turned to her, this strange pale woman with blood-red lips and glowing eyes. “Aldrian is not man. Nor wolf. He’s an abomination pulled from the underbelly of the ancient realms. He sacrificed his soul in a dark forest ritual. He’s bound to Florence, and through her, to the darkest dungeons sealed under the mortal crust.” “What dungeons?” Linna asked sharply. Kala’s gaze swept the hall, deadly and still. “The Dungeons of the Forgotten—sealed by the first Moon Queen millennia ago. The same dungeons that once housed the gods who defied balance. They’re opening.”

Daniel’s POV The morning light ran through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my top-floor office, turning the city below into a glittering chessboard. I sat behind my massive desk, the weight of last night still burning in my veins of Serena’s body pinned against that wall, her gown hiked up, her tight pussy clenching around me as she came hating her hatred. She is my forbidden obsession and mistress, and I would burn the world to keep her safe. No matter the price.

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

“It’s so unlike you to underestimate me, my dear, dear Sylvania. I may be a wreck of my former self, but I can assure your misery with nothing but a flick of my thumb. I am, after all, a Goddess; whereas, you’re a wielder, more of a demi-god whose prowess is under my mercy. Don’t you still understand the vulnerable position you are in?” She was swaying her hand in the air, nullifying each of Hail’s simultaneous balls of water and fire attack. Hail stopped for a moment to catch his breath, looking from the mistress to Dark. When Dark wiggled his forefinger, Hail immediately charged toward the mistress, a mad glint in his eyes as flame raged on his right arm and water streamed on the left, for

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

However, because she is afraid that it might be a guard or someone from the territory she just run away. “Miss?” there it goes again. So, Dawn face it so that she can run away and go back to the house, where her best friend is, but funny how she didn’t know that Xio is inside the dungeon cell also in the Dustine’s territory. “Yes? Do you need anything, Mister?” she asked the stranger.

"The note under her windshield. Eleven days ago." "Yes." "Damien, that is not a coincidence, and I need you to hear how much it is not one. The same week Marcus Vale authorized surveillance on Amelia's house, someone two hundred miles away pointed a woman with a legitimate six year old secret straight at your door. He is not trying to embarrass you. He is building a narrative. A man with a hidden mistress and a hidden child, exposed on the same week his ex-wife is fighting for her company. Do you understand what that looks like from the outside."

"Urgh!" "I didn't come this far just to die nor hurt anyone innocent. If you want to leave this place, I will help you but first you must tell me what you know! Who is the mistress of this realm and what does she want in exchange for freedom?" The woman, quite insistent, attacks Amira once more yet remains futile. Realizing she stands not a chance, she finally spills, "The mistress of this abyss eats on the desire of everyone who gets stray in this place and when they loss senses of what they came here for, she'll throw them out of here."

The woman beside her nudged her elbow in her friend’s side. “Ow! Sorry. Milord, did you actually do it?” The wolf lady asked in a more proper manner now. “Yeah, totally. Although I finished a bit later than I hoped, I did.” Matthew answered. He was back in his disguised look as of now. “How was it? Was the dungeon tough?” The woman asked. “Well, I was forced to use my dragon form, so I’d say it’s pretty tough by normal standards.” “Is that so? Um, excuse me, sir. But can I ask you about the details of the dungeon? It would help the other Hunters if they wish to try to conquer it again.”