Dungeon Of Black Company Novels & Stories

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

And so, we hasten through the dark hallways, taking care to remain as silent as possible. Thankfully, Klevon is here with me. He is at least familiar with the layout of the castle. The plan is that, Ninus and Bryer will check the towers. Klevon and I are tasked with probing the dungeon. Then we reconvene in the throne room. However, despite being close to our destination, we encountered no black creature. Nothing of the beast that Klevon killed yesterday. Are they all out? Looking for human prey? When we reach the dungeon’s entrance, Klevon looks at me before pushing it open. We step into it, and I sense Klevon stops. I know the cause of it.

We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness. Downstairs there are 5 more floors, all dedicated to our organization and it is our operations center, at first glance the mansion itself is my home, and as we descend I see several of my men go up or down, they all sto

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

I lock the screen and drop my bucket of Ben and Jerry's ice cream as I walk towards the front door. God I hope it's not George. I'm not in the mood for a conversation right now and I didn't tell George the company I was supposed to get a job at was Killian Black's company. I don't think I'll be able to answer his questions. It's not like I owe him any answers. I unlock the door and pull it open, revealing no other than the devil himself. Killian fucking Black. What's he doing here? How did he find me? And why on Earth is he looking so damn hot in that fine custom tailored suit?

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.

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

And now? No records would carry her name. No future child would ever know she existed. She would disappear completely. Then came the final punishment. “And lastly,” the elder continued coldly, “you will spend the remainder of your life imprisoned in the Black Dungeon.” A few people in the room visibly stiffened. Even some of the alphas looked uncomfortable hearing that name. Nicholas told me the Black Dungeon wasn’t an ordinary prison. It was hell. No sunlight reached those underground cells. The walls stayed freezing cold year-round. Prisoners kept there slowly lost their minds from isolation alone.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.