Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

He gives my hands a gentle squeeze, and the interior around us changes again, but this time what I see leaves me utterly speechless. I look around in awe, my heart racing as I take in the most remarkable nursery I have ever seen. The walls and ceiling are painted in a vibrant rainbow of colours, each one with an ombre effect to it, as black framework lines the walls and arches over the vaulted ceiling, making the walls create the illusion of stained glass between the framework. Light streams through a full-length cathedral window, framed by another two stained glass windows against a black feature wall. A plush, black carpet covers the floor, feeling soft beneath my feet as I walk over and r

Steven declared, pushing a bottle of rum into my hands. *** The nursery was finally complete, its walls adorned with pastel colors and soft, plush toys. The room exuded a sense of calm and anticipation. It contained all the essentials needed to raise five babies. Whenever I questioned the necessity of twenty packs of newborn nappies or thirty sets of baby grows, Destiny and her entourage responded with a hint of annoyance. I mean, for the early part of his life, what on earth could he do that would require him to be changed every five minutes?

The nursery glowed with soft morning light filtering through bulletproof glass. Aurora cooed in her crib, tiny fists waving as she reached for the mobile of silver reaper scythes and crowns Damien had commissioned. At eight months old, she was already a force, strong grip, piercing grey eyes, and a cry that could summon the entire security detail. Beside her, Elias sat quietly on the rug, stacking blocks with the solemn focus of a child who had seen too much darkness before finding safety.

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

Trusting my body, trusting the baby, and trusting that life could still force its way into the world no matter how dark the world outside became. Then Axel’s voice came through the secure wall speaker. “Priority update.” Ruin looked torn for the first time. I knew what that meant. Milena, the founder of the district, and the woman are waiting for my daughter. I squeezed his hand. “Take it.” He pressed the speaker. “What?” Axel answered immediately. “We breached the Founder District outer seal.” My heart pounded. “And?” “There is an underground nursery beneath the founder archives.” The words sent ice through my veins even through the pain. A nursery, not a prison or a holding room but a plac

They also would have been the ones to start the lie about fated mates not being real. Wren takes Dadian from me and settles herself in the rocking chair we moved into our room from the nursery so she could easily nurse Dadian. It seems like most of the nursery has made our way into our room, which begs me to question why Wren even bothered to set up the nursery in the first place. Far be it from me to question a nesting omega.

I stood there, imagining what it would be like to hold my child for the first time. I decided to spend some time in the nursery, which was slowly transforming into a haven of love and warmth. The walls were painted a soft, calming shade of mint green, and delicate, white furniture pieces were arranged thoughtfully around the room. Ares had been instrumental in helping me create this space, his attention to detail and desire to make everything perfect evident in every corner.

“Then sage it is.” We spent the afternoon in the future nursery, a bright room near our quarters that caught the morning sun. It had once been a reading nook, filled with dust and cobwebs. Now, it was alive with plans and decor Baby furniture gifted by some of the pack members and blueprints drawn by the carpenter. Scented waxes. A rocking chair I was already attached to. Xander poked his head in halfway through our third heated debate about curtains. “What’s happening in here?” he asked, cautiously stepping around a pile of stuffed wolves.

I have my arm around his waist and squeeze his side a bit. He squirms and grabs my hand with his free hand. “That tickles ... but yeah ... lots and lots of alone time and snuggle time ... and ... naughty play time”. “Oh Zac”. I stop in the doorway, looking around, the nursery is absolutely amazing. White and peach, with a soft rug and on one wall the wallpaper has big flowers. “It’s perfect.. absolutely perfect”. Zyka gives an excited bark. ‘Nothing beats a good cave, but this is nice … He did good’.

she murmured. I smiled. “Maybe because you have…kinda,” I said cryptically, taking her hand and leading her down the hallway. She stopped short when I opened the door to the room. The nursery. The space was bathed in soft, warm light, the walls painted a pale, soothing green. A white crib stood in the center, surrounded by shelves lined with books, plush toys, and even a tiny rocking chair in the corner. Nora’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.