Dungeon Nursery Novels & Stories

The morning was grey and foggy, the air thick with the scent of damp earth. "I’ll get the girls," I said to Damon, who was checking the perimeter one last time. "Mom, are you ready?" "I'm just grabbing my purse!" Esther called from the hallway. I walked into the nursery, the floorboards creaking under my feet. The room was dim, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a pale pink hue over the two cribs. I reached into Lyra’s crib first, my hands ready to scoop up her warm, small body.

SHARON’S POV The nursery smelled like warm milk and cedar. Sunlight slanted through the tall windows, turning the rug into a golden pool where Daemon and Daenerys lay on their stomachs, their chubby arms reaching for the same wooden wolf Morris had carved last winter. They babbled at each other in that secret twin language only they understood, their tiny fingers brushing, then tangling, then pulling apart with delighted squeals.

--- I didn't go back to the suite. Instead, I walked. Through the dark hallways, past the portrait of Dax's father, down the stairs to the ground floor. My feet carried me to a door I'd never noticed before—a small, unmarked door at the end of a forgotten corridor. I opened it. A nursery. Empty. Unused. But clean—someone had dusted recently. A crib stood against the far wall, white wood, hand-carved. A mobile of silver wolves hung above it, spinning gently in the draft.

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.

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.

“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.