Dungeon Of Chaos Novels & Stories

And I'm pretty sure Drystan is pissed off because I'm feeling his cold aura surrounding me. Rolling my eyes in annoyance I threatened," If you guys want to play mocking shit then leave. I'm going inside by myself." Saying that, I increased my speed reaching the final floor of the dungeon called the oubliette chamber . It was the lowest and most terrifying dungeon floor of the Bliaviroth empire.

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"Quiet! Quiet all of you. Why the cacophony? When did you become unfamiliar with Sporge - the great hunter of honor, the husband of the spirits and darkness? Why the reckless upheaval?" Great lord raised his voice in outrage to calm the members of the court. Then the hall fell quite dead. "Huh huh!" Lord Dido coughed and shattered the stillness. He walked to the presence of lord general Zandy and took the bow, did the same thing before Sporge - the hunter honor of and the honored men of Nutusel, then he spoke. "The great lord general of Nutusel, may your regime be told by mothers to their sons and daughters, and by their daughters to their grandsons and granddaughters."

he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.

"If you're telling me this guy is legit, I'll book a flight. But if I get there and find out he's hurt you, I’m bringing a literal suitcase of scandal to dump on his doorstep." "Just hurry back," Ariana said, leaning against the window and looking at the city skyline. "I think I’m falling for my husband all over again, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a death sentence." Across the city, Lucas sat in his office, the atmosphere clinical and cold. He stared at a high-resolution image of a dragon tattoo on his monitor. "I’ve been digging, sir," Marcus said, stepping into the room. "The Dragon Tattoo people aren't just a gang. They are 'The Black Scale'—a high-end group of assassins hir

she almost stopped in her tracks if it wasn't for Betting dragging her. Devville? The Devville she has heard of? The one created by a rogue Alpha for his fellow rogues? Ruled by the most vicious, heartless Alpha the werewolf clan has ever seen? She might as well just kiss the world goodbye because there was no mercy in Devville. At least she gets to die in a beautiful castle. She fought back tears as they pulled her through a series of stairs and finally led her into a room. There a man stood, black shirts and pants, eyes focused on the large animal on the table, knife passing through it like it was nothing.

A maid whose only purpose was to scrub away the palace filth until my hands bled. "Did you hear the news?" a hushed voice whispered behind me. I paused my brush for a second, listening to the maids behind me. "They're preparing the roster for the Second Palace," the second maid murmured. "The head maid is transferring every servant who has been in the palace for fifteen years or more.” My heart skipped a beat. The Second Palace was an abandoned fortress on the northern cliffside, and rumors about that place had terrified every servant since childhood. I had grown up here, and the thought of being dragged away and thrown into that terrifying fortress made my body tremble with dread.

She yelled Painfully, she vomits, regurgitating more blood than bile, bloody chunks of god-knows-what are also mixed into the blood she just threw up, when she's released a large enough quantity to form as not-very-small puddle on the floor, she collapses, twitching and spasm-ing. Some of the chunks she regurgitated start to convulse, turning into vapor, they start to amalgamate and condenses into what was left of the lykan agent she was fighting. He was now a horrible mass of deformed flesh and bones, contorted in an excruciating display of agony and suffering. An eye on his cheek turned and focused on Terror and a mangled arm reached out as if asking for help. The grotesque thing before hi

I help her set the table and plate the food. I go to my room after dinner, but a few moments later my nana calls for me to come out, letting me know that Dave and Xeno wants to talk with me outside in the yard. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. "Opening a new chapter and making new connections doesn't always mean closing or putting an end to the previous chapter, it just mean you're widening your horizon and growing from your past self"

“You should understand the rules by now… nothing comes easy, and option two was a death trap wrapped in ribbons.” The System Announcement hovered above them as the old radio screeched, [Door Five: Abandoned Heir, Choose the rightful heir.] The players stared at each other with mixed emotions. “What is this? We are not in a K-drama fiction!” Aria hissed. “What now?” Laura cried. Just then the doors opened, and before them was a magnificent mansion. The players gasped with awe. They hurried out, but Willa was in no hurry; she took her time, one step at a time.