Dungeon Mistress Novels & Stories

I brushed her hair off her face and whispered, “Stay alive. I’ll find a way.” I wiped the sweat and blood off my cheek and gripped my sword tighter. I needed Mara—the enchantress. She is the only means left for us to leave successfully. Dear moon goddess, why can’t I disappear yet? I gritted my teeth in pain. The hallways of the Nightbound dungeon stretched before me, reeking of death and smoke. Shadows moved, but I didn’t stop. Whoever got in my way died where they stood. I sliced the neck of any being obstructing my way. My heart was racing, my veins pulsing with anger.

MARIE After the little drama, the gentleman took my hand and led me into the ballroom. The moment the grand doors opened, I was engulfed in light and splendor. The ballroom was the epitome of wealth and elegance, with a domed ceiling painted like a renaissance masterpiece. Massive crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, scattering golden light that glimmered against the polished marble floors. Along the walls, long velvet drapes the color of deep wine framed towering windows that reached the ceiling. Between each drape were mirrors trimmed in gold, reflecting the endless glint of opulence.

It was a lie—the signal was jammed this far out on the estate—but it was the only weapon I had. Daniel’s eyes went murderous. He saw the defiance in my gaze, the way I stood my ground even as my body trembled with exhaustion. He realized in that moment that the “Madwoman of Vermon,” was dead, and in her place stood the woman who was going to dismantle his empire.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

The cry of the child could be heard across all the rooms in the mansion, Priscilla was so used to the child crying at night, she began taking pills to sleep well and unbothered even if the child was to cry overnight. Being a mother was not an easy task and it was one she was never prepared for; she had a nanny Sarah who would help her take care of the child but at late hours such as this the child could only calm down at the hands of its mother and that was something Priscilla was not in for.

she gestured toward the distant church spites visible on the horizon. “Mestre Escuro thinks you can slip inside through the dungeon entrance beneath the cathedral. No guards, no traps– an easy way in for someone who is not… like us.” Lady Escuridade’s voice grew more intense as she spoke. “The Cathedral?” Amelia echoed. “What is in the dungeon?” Lady Escuridade’s expression darkened at the mention of the dungeons, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “Corrompido,” she said flatly her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They have been down there for years– tortured, starved, broken.” She paced across the watch tower platform, the tattered hem of h

Chaos suddenly felt as if he was being hugged by a little child, someone that needed guidance and company… within this dungeon core, there was a little soul within it, doubtful and fearful… Chaos extended his arms as he hugged it as he bega said, as the Dungeon Core felt new power overflow through its body, changing colors from white to black! At the same time, Chaos felt that a soul connection was made with the Dungeon Core… And he became a Dungeon Master. n to feed it with his mana slowly. "Don't worry, you won't be alone. I will be here," he

For a year, yes, but change indeed. What was she going to do? How was she going to act? What if she came across as too desperate? No. What if she seemed too boring? No. Put that on hold as well. What were the things a mistress was even supposed to do? Just sleep with the man? Or was there something else that she should know? Darn, she spent the whole week just wishing it would end, and now that it finally did, she felt foolish for not preparing for the only role she had. Shit! Shit! Shit!

Even here, she had a voice and she would never give it up again. The Mistress’s doors rose before her, unnaturally carved from shimmering obsidian with shifting runes. They didn’t belong; warping the air around them, like a fracture in reality. Cold seeped from their surface, pulsing with a presence both ancient and wrong, as if something on the other side was watching and waiting. The guard pushed them open with casual ease. "You’re expected." The words sent a shiver down her spine. With no other choice, she stepped forward, into the mistress’s domain.

Angel’s Pov We arrived at an enormous mansion that mirrored the company’s sleek architecture, but with fewer floors, giving it a more residential charm. The topmost floor was made entirely of glass, and under the night sky, it glowed with a soft, luxurious brilliance. Beautiful flowers lined the well-manicured lawn, and a crystal-blue swimming pool sparkled at the corner like a jewel under the moonlight. “Are all your buildings structured with glass?” I asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice. He tilted slightly toward me, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Yes, tesoro.” My lips twitched into a small smile. “Well, your architects are really amazing.” “They should be. Joa