Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

I lead them toward the nursery. Damian had it built at the heart of the estate—a circular room behind reinforced glass, designed to look like a sanctuary. As we approach, the air changes. It flattens into an artificial, padded silence that makes my ears ring. I step inside. The silver threads beneath my skin go still. They don't pulse. They don't even flicker. I walk to the center of the room and run my fingers along the edge of the hand-carved crib. The Argus iris above the door is dark. No thermal sensors. No biometric taps.

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.

I watched him examine tiny onesies, holding them up with wonder in his eyes, and felt my heart expand impossibly larger. "David?" "Yeah?" He held up two options. "Ducks or elephants?" "Both." I moved closer. "Thank you. For being excited. For not being scared like me." "Oh, I'm terrified." He set the onesies down. "But I'm excited too. Both can be true." We settled on soft sage green for the nursery—neutral, calming, perfect. Ordered everything to be delivered next week. On the way home, we passed my parents' cemetery.

The warriors take Anne and Amy inside and down the stairs, and Parker and Ryder come over to us. “Thank you, Dad,” Parker says. “You two don’t need to go down there,” Ryder says. “We will come,” Nadia says, and I nod my head, showing I agree. “Okay, but stay close,” Ryder tells us, and we do as he says. The dungeon is dark and kind of cold, but despite that, the it is somewhat clean. The warriors led Anna and Amy to the back of the dungeon and put them in each of their cells. The cells are clean, but also completely empty apart from a bucket in each cell, for them to pee in. There is no table or bed, not even a chair or a blanket, so they had to sleep and sit on the hard floor.

There were no violent heavy boots walking down the halls. "The nursery is down the main hallway to the right," Elena explained, keeping her head down as she walked beside me. "It has its own private security system, warm heat pipes under the floor, and direct access to the back lawn." I walked down the hall and stepped into the nursery. The room was massive, bathed in warm afternoon sunlight from two large floor-to-ceiling glass doors. Two cribs sat in the center of the room, made from smooth white wood and lined with soft sheepskin covers.

They had a garden surrounding their house, and from the front, you could see the orchard where Abby cultivates a variety of flowers and fruits. She also refers to it as the nursery, where newly born baby Griffins below a year old can play and fly around under the supervision of trustworthy female warriors. This is because their mothers are not available to take care of them during the first few months, as they are also in the process of recovering. By now, she would have sensed our presence. "Brace yourself, my lord," Niles said as we stepped into the garden. As we approached the front of his house, the front door burst open just as we reached the foot of the stairs.

Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam says you got a dungeon here in your castle! Is he lying?” Hunter asks Adam with a serious frown. “He's not lying to you. I do have a dungeon. It's right below us.” Hunter's eyes go wide as saucer plates and his mout forms an astonished 'oh' for a moment before the excitement sets in. He bounces up and down on his heels begging, “Can I please see it? Please?”

In her right mindset she would never want to cause harm, so I stopped her just to preserve her clear conscience. When it comes to her babies though, she powers through. Tolerating the discomfort and occasional contraction to buy for them or play with Axar. Or nest. Ezekiel and I joke that she is like an animal, hoarding blankets and food and obsessing over her little den. That being addressed, the theme of the nursery is the forest. My favorite childhood memories were of running through trees and tall grass, pretending to hunt Narius, who was grown by time I came along. I would scary the trees and leap down onto him. Since I do not require sleep, I hand painted the murals on each wall. Ever

Elegant and impossibly expensive. Yet none of that was what caught her attention. The nursery did. Roman opened the door almost nervously. Which was adorable considering he negotiated billion-dollar deals for a living. Inside was a beautiful room. Soft cream walls. Dark wood furniture. A crib. A rocking chair. Shelves already holding books. Photos. Toys. Everything. Daisy stood frozen in the doorway. Speechless. Roman shifted awkwardly. "If you hate it, we can change it." She looked at him.

The first stop was the nursery on the eastern side of the territory. Darcy stepped through the fence with the wariness still sharp in her posture. She remembered the nursery from the map she had once pushed to the edge of a risk assessment. That cold calculation still sat heavy in her chest. A few pups playing in the hay paused and looked up. Little Toby ran over on unsteady legs and stopped in front of her. Darcy braced herself, expecting a question, a challenge, a test. Instead, the boy reached up with both small hands and pressed a lumpy little rope knot into her cold palm, red twine and old yarn, roughly wound together.