Dungeon Of Black Company Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

“How are we going to find a member of the Black Jacks?” “Let me meet the Prince first,” Alexei says thoughtfully. “We will need to re-group and find a way.” …. Anna stirs in her state. She slowly opens her eyes and for a wild moment, her heart almost stops. It is so dark that she feels as if she has gone blind again. The pitch black dungeon is engulfing her, surrounding her with its web. She shakes in fear and backs to a corner, scared and vulnerable. Blind…I do not want to be blind again!

"We're unable to continue operations until we resolve this matter, Sir." Mr. Blackwood's thoughts raced as he considered his alternatives. He was well aware that his company's diamond mine in Botswana was a critical asset, and that any disruption in operations could have serious financial ramifications. But he also recognized the significance of honoring local customs and traditions, and he didn't want to aggravate the situation by acting hastily. “What is Darky doing about it?” “Sir, the GM of the site has been nowhere to be found in the past few days.” He announced.

"You sharpened the teeth of the bunny and now she loves to bite my ears off." Vlad smirked. "That's my girl." "Don't ignore her just because she chose me... She loves you." Dom sighed. "You think I'll ignore my one and only sister that too when she is with you... I even get the count of how many steps she walks in this house..." Vlad smirked and Dom rolled his eyes. "Where is he? " "Basement! " Dom replied. "I want him. " Vlad demanded. "I am leaving with Veronica in half an hour. "

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX * * The Dahome dungeon, which is situated below the earth, is a black, rotting hole; not even the slightest flicker of sunlight penetrates. The wet walls are slimy, covered in mould that breathes a sick, sour stench, and the chains hang from the ceilings like deadly vines. A sound— drips of water. No, not just it. Footsteps. The figure sprawled on the cold ground, whose very senses have been sharpened from being trapped in the dark for so long, can hear it.

Every shadow, every creaking metal moan of the yard seemed to whisper my son’s name. Aaron. My pup. My blood. The corrugated door of the main warehouse loomed ahead, partially open, light seeping into the darkness. I kicked it inward with ferocious vigor. The metal screamed in protest as it smacked against the wall. Inside, Damien stood beneath a rusty lighting, his slick black suit pristine, silver hair glittering like a snake’s scales. His frigid, colorless eyes gleamed as he raised a goblet of crimson wine to me. “Welcome, Alpha Blackthorne,” he drawled. “Care for a drink? You look… unhinged.”

Ethan followed closely, assuming Damien was taking him back to the training facility to resume his lessons, but Damien led him past the main hall and through a heavy, reinforced steel door located deep at the back of the grounds. Behind the door lay a massive, underground dungeon. The air grew instantly colder and damp as they descended. Ethan didn't even know this hidden facility existed; the Blackwood manor seemed to hold an endless amount of dark secrets. If Damien hadn't been walking right next to him, Ethan would have bolted back up the stairs immediately—the guards stationed down here looked terrifyingly severe. They finally stopped in front of a heavy iron door. Damien paused, turning

“If those doors show what could happen…” My voice hardened. “Then the first two are not acceptable.” And I walked toward the third door. The last door stood apart from the others. Its frame was not wood or stone. It was something darker. Black like polished obsidian, swallowing the moonlight around it. Even the air felt wrong near it. Heavy. Cold. Like standing beside a grave. Still, I stepped closer. The vision opened. Maxwell’s dungeon. The same cursed place from the other futures. But this time the moment changed.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.