Dungeon Novels & Stories

He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.

Despite how much she likes to play fights with him, she had never done so well at the idea of him being hurt. In the doorway, a Cyclopes stood its eyes the color of mint glinting against what little light there is. It grinned. “Can you stand?” Winters demanded without taking her eyes off of the monster that began to dash towards them at a terrifying speed, club raised in the air as it let out a deranged roar. The sound of heavy footsteps was making William's ears pound as he scrambled upright in answer despite the way the world seemed to sway for a scary moment as he snatched the crossbow off of the floor and began to take aim.

But no, the dungeon was not moving. The monster was the dungeon! [Reached innermost part of the third floor] [Threat Level: Instant Death] {ICE GOLEM- DISASTER RANK}

" He said. Ariana only got more surprised. " Well dear, aren't you such smartie pants? It's bugs. I found it on the football pitch. Come let me show you. There might be even centipedes and caterpillars in this stuff." Darren looked terrified. " Can you not come close to me? Wait, why am I even here? Mira, see you later." He said and scurried away. Ari and I both exchanged glanced at each other and I chuckled. " I don't get why he's so scared. It's just bugs."

We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness. Downstairs there are 5 more floors, all dedicated to our organization and it is our operations center, at first glance the mansion itself is my home, and as we descend I see several of my men go up or down, they all sto

WARD "The dungeons are in the basement of the pack house," King Erebus informs me. "It may not be difficult to cross the borders undetected but getting into the pack house will be difficult." "What do we know about the dungeons?" I ask, wondering if there is a separate entrance. "Unfortunately," the King furrows his eyebrows in frustration, "I don't know much more than what I have already told you." Turning the monitor of the computer in my direction, I click through the floor plans of the Crescent Moon pack house. Frowning when I get to the basement and I notice that the plans are incomplete.

The dungeon was deep underground, and as I made my way down the spiral staircase, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The air was cold and damp, and the walls were made of stone. The only light came from torches that flickered along the hallway. The scent of damp stone mixed with the scent of fear and sweat that hung heavily in the air. It was clear that the rogues were afraid of what was to come.

Byeol narrowed her eyes, studying the portal. "Judging by the color, it's a rank B dungeon," Byeol identified. "How do you know that?" asked Luna and Sasha. "Dungeons have a ranking difficulty that can be identified by the color of their gate. Blue for standard difficulty, purple for when the difficulty level has risen, and lastly, red, which represents the strongest level a dungeon can reach," Byeol explained to Sasha and Luna. Still, something did not seem right to the ravenette. "But what's bugging me is how this area is not closed off. Dungeon gates can be unpre

"Now, it's time to pay a beast a visit." ~~ In the dungeon, the air was thick with the scent of dampness and decay. The guards stood like statues, their faces expressionless as they surrounded the area. Dominic walked inside, the soft rustle of his clothes echoing off the cold stone walls. The flickering candle lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the space feel even more scary. As he made his way deeper into the dungeon, the atmosphere grew heavier, weighed down by the secrets that lingered in every corner. This was the darker side of the Crimson pack mansion, a place where those deemed unworthy or uncooperative were

My fingers curled into fists. “We’re running out of time.” Draven nodded once. “We need to get inside before sunrise.” Darius scanned the walls carefully. “There’s a drainage tunnel under the east side of the compound,” he said. “Used to connect to the old dungeons.” Draven looked at him. “You’re sure?” “Pretty sure.” “That’s not reassuring.” Darius smirked slightly. “When has anything about tonight been reassuring?” I looked back at the packhouse, the towering walls, the guards pacing along the battlements, and the wooden platform rising slowly in the center of the courtyard.