روايات وقصص ضمن Dungeon Of Black Company

“Sign the treaty line, Darius, or the Blackthorne wolves will have your stadium gates melted down by morning,” I said, keeping my fingers pressed hard against the iron vault box. Darius growled, a low, vibration of absolute agony ripping from his throat as he dragged the heavy silver chest out from behind the stone hearth. His ancient beast was screaming at the loss of the territory relics, but the threat of Kaelen Blackthorne sitting out there in his dining hall forced his claws to move.

The lower dungeons of the High Council’s palace were built from a dense, volcanic basalt known simply as the black stone. Unlike the pristine white marble that coated the surface world, these subterranean vaults were designed to absorb all light, ensuring that any prisoner locked within their depths would spend their final days in absolute, sensory-deprived isolation.

But it was only Brenna, Kael’s cousin and former Beta, her face pale as snow. “You need to come to the dungeons,” she said. “Now.” ⸻ The path to the dungeons was steep and narrow, descending beneath the Keep where prisoners were kept in chains forged by moonsteel. But now it wasn’t just prisoners that waited. A circle of runes pulsed from the stone floor, silver and crimson intertwining like veins, and in the center sat a woman draped in black furs, her head bowed. Kael inhaled sharply. “Mother.” Lady Isolde Blackfang lifted her gaze.

But that was only temporary because, in a matter of seconds, the dark monsters reappeared as if they were endless. “KKKKKKHHHHHH! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH!" The boy's scream was heard again, followed by a groan that grew weaker and weaker. “Draco, wait! I am coming!" Jergintarth thought anxiously. There was an evil aura filling this dungeon. The weather was dirty, and the black magic energy was thick and suffocating. It's no wonder that many monsters have sprung up around this underground area. Why would humans dare to play with dangerous black magic? Don't you know that games like this could lure evil beings from the world of darkness to come and eat them?

All the walls were made of stone, as was the floor itself. Black and the Elder walked in silence, but each step was clearly audible. It bounced off the walls of the dungeon and carried a dull echo through it. They did not walk for very long and after a couple of minutes they were in front of an iron door. Jack reached out and nudged it, and it slid open without a sound. Black stepped into the space hidden by the closed door and saw his enemy. The one he hated with all his unrestrained soul! The Beast appeared before him!

Disgusted and ready to turn around, I watch her climb the boxes in front of the dirty dumpster and swing her leg over the side. The entrance to Black Lagoon is a fucking dumspter. With no other choice, we follow. We follow down the tunnel that gets darker in more ways than one. It’s everything I expected it to be. Crammed with desperate bodies, filthy demons and lack of virtue. This is a version of hell right here on Earth.

The letter from the attic still weighed heavily on Damon’s mind as the sleek black car pulled into the underground garage of Thorne International. He had barely slept since Mason found it since that haunting signature, - A. Blackthorne, cracked open a new layer of questions. But the board demanded his presence, and the company couldn’t survive another crisis unattended.

Part of me is excited about the fact that I have a little one growing deep inside my body while I am already on Derrick's black book. Like the universe is not on my side, I begin to hear a creepy sound around the dungeon. It feels like a prey is coming to attack me, this dungeon is at the outskirts of the pack house and enemies will be lurking. Bracing myself, I pull myself closer into the wall. Even if I engage in a fight with anyone right now, I don’t even have any weapons to aid me. It was going to be a futile fight. Before I can even get myself ready, the door blasts open and I am heavily thrown against the wall making me groan in pain as blood splashes out of my mouth.

I gave a signal to my Beta. As she was dragged out, her screams echoed through the entire building. “Rylan! You’ll regret this! She’ll never forgive you!” Three days later. The Shadow Dungeons, deep in the Black Forest. This was where the Blackrock pack imprisoned its worst criminals. It hadn’t been used in centuries. The dungeon was buried deep underground, its walls made of special silver-laced stone that could completely suppress a wolf’s powers. I walked down the slippery stone steps, my footsteps echoing in the empty space.

asked Xiao Chen. "The Black Sands are a company of underground sellswords that spills blood in return for payment. Unlike regular mercenaries, the Black Sands do anything. Inciting chaos and anarchy in any nation-state, pilfering of intelligence and secrets, assassination; you name it. They'd do anything so long as you can afford them."