Dungeon Novels & Stories

"You're just doing your job and you're doing it well. There's never been a better Dungeon master." Braun smiled slightly at my compliment before turning around. "Right this way my lady." He said and immediately led me down the flight of stairs into the deep dungeons. The dungeons were built deep underground with the little light coming from torches that were hung on the walls. The particular passageway Braun led me on, was covered with cell doors on the left while the wall on the right was covered with torches that burnt dimly. Braun stopped at a door and slipped a key into the lock, with a twist

His words caused Rey to snap back to reality, blinking rapidly at the sudden news. “Truthfully, we need you all to advance in both power and experience, and training won’t be enough anymore.” Conrad paused briefly, taking a moment to exhale before continuing. “That is why the Royal Dungeon Expedition is our best bet. There’s no place better than a Dungeon to gain practical experience.” Dungeons were crawling with monsters who had a diverse set of abilities. A lot of floors—especially the topmost ones—had one set of monsters per Floor, but the deeper one went, the more there tended to be a variety

Kimberly's eyes darted around the dungeon, her heart racing with trepidation. The large, underground vault-like room had grey stone walls and a dark granite floor. Soft, golden light from modern torches illuminated the space, casting gentle but eerie shadows. The room was sparse, with only a few features breaking the simplicity. The thick, brass chains that were anchored to the floor caught her attention. But it wasn't just the chain that made her stomach churn with unease; it was the multiple grisly claw marks that marred the stones around it.

She tries to make everything as real-looking as possible so she used a lot of magic. When the castle was built they build an underground tunnel connecting the horse stable and the castle. The tunnel was used for moon valley spy to come into the castle unseen. Not a lot of people know about this hidden tunnel. This tunnel and the horse stable are the same material as the castle. The red moon would melt it.

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief. Damon wanted to rub his shoulder which now throbbed with pain where their shoulder collided but restrained self, knowing there was still the girl standing in front of him. Everyone knew of the immense strength that ran in the Bennett family at least in the pack. Except the well-kept secret that somehow she, the daughter of the family was the kind of strong they hadn’t seen in their family ancestry. It wasn’t something too big a deal but she herself didn’t want others to now just yet.

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.

“I have the room key and some money. I think this will fix it. They walked down to the courtyard, which was an oasis of interestingly shaped pools surrounded by They walked down to the courtyard, which was an oasis of interestingly shaped pools surrounded by by tile floors, lush greenery and bright tropical flowers. most of loungers by the pool and chairs at tables shaded by umbrellas busy with guests sipping elaborate drinks and reading novels. Damien could never stop checking the covers of the books people were reading. Already it had happened once or twice, when he was in a coffee shop or at the airport, to cross with someone reading a Kalti Brown novel. Of course he knew about sales repo

As soon as Damien reached the outskirts of the dungeon, he slowed down, his heightened senses on full alert. The thick, musty air hung around the dungeon, and the scent of damp stone and decay made his nostrils flare. He crouched low, careful not to disturb the silence, as his keen nose worked through the myriad of scents lingering in the air.

All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls. Now infront of me stood a white door, equipped with a silver handle. I didn't even realise it, but my hands are quite clammy with my heart racing against time. I suck in one of the deepest breaths I've ever inhaled and just as the door pops open, the cry of a baby triumphs. "It's a baby girl."