Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

Instead, she woke up wrapped in Danelle’s arms, the two of them curled into each other like parentheses around something precious. They’d turned the sunroom into a temporary nursery. Not the official one—they were still waiting for custom shelving and wallpaper for that—but a soft, makeshift space with floor cushions, rocking chairs, and pale curtains that fluttered gently with the breeze. The cradle from the ceremony remained at its center, now lined with folded swaddles and a plush toy shaped like a lion cub.

Mary's was unlike anything they had found before. It wasn't an archive. It wasn't a boardroom. It was a nursery. Rows of tiny white metal cribs stretched across the concrete floor, perfectly aligned despite nearly three decades underground. Most were empty, their mattresses yellowed with age. But they hadn't been abandoned in haste. Every crib was made. Every blanket folded. Every mobile still hung from the ceiling. As if someone had expected babies to return. A chill settled over Dani. "It looks..." she whispered. "...prepared."

Despite Nathan’s insistence to the contrary, I want to see Clare. I have to see her. Nathan tells me firmly that he’s going with me, if only on the car ride. His presence is oddly touching, though I know it has more to do with protecting his pregnant mate than emotionally supporting me. The pack’s dungeons are located at the ceremonial grounds, beneath the council building. We pull up to the front doors and Nathan takes my hand. “You’re sure you don’t need me.”

He says as he shifts Leander to drop the overnight bag onto the floor, setting it aside. “I remember what your room looked like, and I wanted this space to feel comfortable for you, and maybe one day for us. I can change anything you don’t like.” He says, watching me carefully. I turn and look back at him. “It’s perfect.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Good, then hopefully you’ll love the nursery just as much.” He says, walking toward the open nursery room door. Inside its like it was in Araphyra. There is a sprite-made bed, dresser and changing table. In here, one wall is painted to look like the waterfall that Shadow Falls is named after. It gives the room a warm, clean, airy feeling.

Few hours later, as she and her mother finished eating breakfast, she told her, "Mom, I want to show you the nursery.” It surprised Laure. "You want to show me the nursery?” She blinked twice, turning to stare into Maddie's face. "Yes,” Maddie smiled at the look of surprise on her mother's face. “Come mom.” Lauren, her heart brimming with joy and anticipation, followed Maddie into the room next to the master bedroom. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating a soft, cloud-like rug beneath a whimsical mobile of painted wooden birds. A rocking chair, draped in a floral print, beckoned with silent promises of lullabies.

Damien snorted to himself once then dragged me into the next room, ignoring my question. The walls were pastel pink and there was a little tent in the corner made from chiffon cascading from the ceiling down with a bunch of pillows for a little nook there. I couldn’t help but giggle at how cute it was. The last one was painted yellow and white. “A nursery?” I asked over my shoulder at him and he nodded his head and then let it rest on my shoulder as he kept his arms around my waist. “How many do you want?” Damien pursed his lips as he exhaled then shrugged, “Oh,” he dragged on and then blew raspberries before answering, “at least ten.”

Why did I still care, though? "I know," I pouted. I gave her the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. "Fine," she groaned. "I'll tell you where he is, but hey! You owe me big-time." After Jenny gave me directions, I located the spot. At first, I thought I hadn't gotten the directions right. The dungeon was in a secluded center of the grounds - hidden in plain sight. Apparently, it was underground. I squatted down and removed the four corner metal cover. The opening underneath led to a flight of stairs that went further underground.

The Memory in the Stone While Nathaniel and Damon were busy calculating the perimeter, I found myself drawn to the remains of the Royal Nursery. It was a circular room at the top of the west tower, or what was left of it. The roof was gone, leaving the room open to the grey sky, but the floor was still covered in the faded remnants of a violet rug. I stood in the center, holding Lyra and Caelum in a double-sling against my chest. The twins were unusually calm, their eyes fixed on the empty air as if they were watching something I couldn't see.

he asked, howling when his mate's ears perked up, her eyebrows waggling as a filthy look crossed her face. "No, it isn't, you pervert," Damon said with a shake of his head. He opened the door and led them all through. "This is the nursery, so get your mind out of the gutter, David. And you!" he said to his best friend with a grin. He looked around the room, his eyes twinkling at the beautiful sleigh style walnut crib with gauzy gold drapes hanging over it, the window seat set into the bay window, the gorgeous matching walnut changing table and bookshelves and the thick cream carpet, it was perfect and the walnut and beige nursing chair with matching gliding footstool finished it off beautifu

* *Dorian opened it carefully, checking for anything dangerous. *Inside: a baby mobile. Hand-carved wooden animals: deer, rabbits, owls. Beautifully crafted. Clearly expensive.* *And a note:* *For her nursery. I remember you always loved woodland creatures. The ones at the gallery, the paintings you used to stop and stare at. I had this made for her. So she can grow up surrounded by beauty. - J* *Lia held the mobile, watching the little animals spin slowly.* "How did he know about the nursery theme?" she asked. "We just decided that yesterday. We haven't told anyone."