Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

Taiden said angrily while carrying the child who now settled into crying. "Maybe she was left behind?" I’m not sure because I also can’t imagine a parent who would be able to leave the child inside a bag, and in the cemetery! "Will you leave your child in a bag?" Taiden said to me. Of course not. When the child's dress got opened slightly, I was surprised to see that her navel was still attached. I mean, will this baby just born? Taiden and I rushed the child to the hospital to be examined and she might be getting bacteria from the cemetery.

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.

The royal nursery had become a sanctuary of quiet anticipation. Soft silver and white drapes filtered the summer sunlight, casting a gentle glow over the carved wooden cradle, the shelves of tiny garments, and the growing collection of gifts from loyal houses across the realm. The air carried the faint, sweet scent of fresh linens and blooming lavender placed in silver vases to soothe and calm.

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.”

Coming closer Valenar gasped, which had Luna's head snapping up as she eyed him suspiciously, clutching the baby tighter to her chest. "Can I help you? Raeann said it was okay to stay for a while." She said defensively. Valenar raised his hands to show he meant no harm, and he waited until Bella reached the top of the stairs before gently suggesting, "There is a nursery on this level. I'll show you where it is." Wordlessly they walked side by side down the many hallways until they came to a door with no handle. Valenar drew an intricate symbol into the wood and clicked his fingers. Then before her eyes, the door swung open, and they stepped inside.

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 goons walk with her quickly to camp. The three of us rush back. Brooke has built a beautiful nursery for children of the fellowship. Blue, yellow, and pink painted beds are lined up against the walls. Each crib made up perfectly against the walls. I walk up to one that is decorated perfectly. I notice it already has a name on it; Adrianna it says above the bed. “Where is this child?” I ask.