Dungeon Of Black Company Novels & Stories

Unknown Location – The Depths of the Forsaken Vale The flames in the underground chamber burn green, casting flickering shadows across walls carved with ancient sigils. They pulse with dark energy, each a living shard of the curse etched into time. The Black Mage stands at the center of the circle, black robes clinging to his skeletal frame like smoke. His eyes, coal-pit red, fix on the firelight. He shows no joy. No fear. Only hunger. He feels it. The pull.

he said turning and walking out with the other council members following him. As soon as the dungeon doors squeaked and slammed shut with finality, the smell of rotting corpses and doom hit me. That is when I realized I wasn't alone anymore. The wardline burned before the creature even stepped into the chamber. It didn’t knock. It didn’t speak. It simply appeared crawling out of the shadows like bone-stitched void. Tall. Hulking. Black smoke trailing its claws. When it locked it's black 10 sets of eyes on me, it stood up to its full hight and its mouth opened with razor-sharp teeth sticking out all jagged like in a circle and then its tentacles came out of the black abys that opened op out o

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

"Where's the Mexican?" Cisco's shoulders relaxed slightly, satisfied that someone else had warranted the Bossman's visit. "Right, this way." He scrambled to a steel doorway, the only door in this box of a room. If I had to imagine what a dungeon looked like, this would be it. Cold, windowless walls, thick enough to not carry screams of pain and prayer outside. The pungent scent of blood and piss was almost unbearable. I squeeze my nostrils together and breathe through my mouth, but it was so strong I could taste it. Blanching, I dropped my hand and found something else to occupy my attention.

I walk into my downstairs office, where I always keep a change of clothes, and I take off my robe and put on a black T-shirt and blue jeans. I walk out of the house and take the car so I can get to the dungeon fast. The dungeon is under the main building. It was built into the secret passageways that run under the pack, but the main building and the Alpha's house are the only entrances into it. I park my car in front of the building and Lachlan is waiting outside for me. “If you're out here, who's down there with them?” I asked him as we walked inside.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

Those who goes through the city, as it’s not completely close off, even humans could pass through. Given that status, it became a haven of the supernatural. Most humans in town are clued in too. I’ve seen so far at least five different types of shifters, one troll, a mermaid, two vampires, and I’ve been told there’s a lot more. Apparently, there are stories of a variety of haunted spots too. I’ve never seen anything like this town. Well, I wanted a change, and I got one. A big one. Mr. Gaines told me a bit about the company too—the company, Celia, was apparently named after Eva’s grandmother. He also told me about his wife who is Delta of Blakemore.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

Becca rolled her eyes, panting a bit herself. "Beginners luck." She complained. "Doesn't matter... show me the thing." Demitri said, still out of breath. Becca took a deep breath and started jogging again. "It's this way." She said. "MORE?!?!" Demitri whined loudly and ran to keep up. Becca ran up to the clearing she saw in the woods and looked back at Demitri who wasn't too far behind her. He caught up and stood next to her, looking puzzled.