Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

It was a nursery. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips as I looked around at my surroundings. The walls were painted light pink with clouds and pictures of bunnies decaling each corner. Across the wall was the name Wrenley written in beautiful purple cursive. There was a giant pink rug in the middle of the hardwood flooring. There was a white crib with a matching changing table and dressers that were filled with clothing. As I took in the gorgeous room, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I turned to him, and he was leaning against the door with an almost smug smile spreading across his face.

"Are you seriously going to rain on my doting-aunt-to-be parade?" In the beat of silence, she imagined Pru closing her eyes and praying for patience as she rubbed the mound of her belly. "No. And thank you for your generosity. But seriously, you have to stop. We've got absolutely everything we need. We don't have room for anything else." "I suppose I could return the cute little giraffe onesie." "Giraffe?" Pru didn't quite manage to hide the interest. She had a weakness for all things animal. The nursery had been done up in a Noah's Ark theme and already held more stuffed animals than FAO Schwartz.

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

He pushed the doors open and stepped aside, gesturing for Luna to enter first. Luna walked through the doors and gasped. It was a nursery. Soft blue walls with painted wolves running across them. A wooden crib painted white with fur blankets inside. A rocking chair by the window with a small bookshelf filled with children’s books. A mobile of silver moons hanging from the ceiling, catching the light and casting shadows on the walls. Luna’s hand flew to her mouth and tears immediately filled her eyes. “Asher,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You… you made a nursery?”

He loved her so much in this moment, it almost fucking killed him. “OK.” The woman stopped outside a door. “This is the nursery. Walk around, take a look.” She glanced at her watch. “Five minutes. No touching.” They stepped into the room, and were immediately plunged into a nightmare. The ‘nursery’ was dark and dank and it stank of feces and vomit. There were no windows, no natural light. No toys. No color. Most upsetting, it had almost no movement.

Six years later, the nursery had transformed into a bright, chaotic playroom overflowing with colorful canvas blocks, watercolor finger paintings, and towering Lego fortresses. The estate's heavy marble walls no longer echoed with the tense whispers of security briefings; they resonated with the high-pitched, infectious laughter of a child.

If Julian did a sweep of the nursery, which he did every time he got paranoid, the watch would be the smoking gun that ended my life. I reached the nursery door. It creaked. I winced. I stepped inside. The room was filled with the soft glow of a star-projector. Luna was sound asleep in her bed, her purple dragon tucked under her arm. Leo was in the top bunk, his breathing deep and even. I moved toward the toy closet. My heart was thumping. I was a billionaire, a titan of industry, and here I was, crawling on my hands and knees past a LEGO castle to rob my own son.

"A scroll containing some writings in a really odd language, a ring, and a dagger. Oh and we also found his journal" "What was in it?" "We haven't read it all, but we decided to check from three months earlier and what we found wasn't nice." "What?" "Aiden is Josie's son" "What?, but if Aiden's her son, does that mean that Sophie is his wife?" "Yes. He talked about how he was feeling bad about leaving his pregnant wife and moving in with a bunch of strangers" "But if he's married, how did jenny meet him?" "That's the part I don't understand, he said his mother already ' took care of that ' that all he had to do was talk to her"

He nodded, accepting that, and pulled me gently into his arms. We stood there in the kitchen—barefoot, sleepy, safe. A lady who had learned how to forgive. A guy who had chosen to stay. And a child we hadn’t met yet, already tying our hearts together in quiet, invisible threads. Later in the day, we went to the nursery The nursery was the smallest room in the house—tucked at the end of the hall with a slanted ceiling and a single window that looked out over the garden. When we first moved in, it had been empty, nothing but sunlight and dust motes and possibility.

Inside, the room was beautiful. Warm light poured through tall windows overlooking the sanctuary grounds. The bed was vast and layered in pale fabrics softer than clouds. Water moved through channels carved into the floor, filling the air with the sound of gentle rivers. Flowers bloomed from living walls, their scent changing with the time of day. Shelves already held books, blankets, carved toys, and tiny clothes in colors I had never requested. The nursery beside it was somehow even more dangerous to my composure. Two cribs. Two rocking chairs.