Dungeon Of Chaos Novels & Stories

The chemistry between me and Xavier was insane, making me go nuts. I shook my head and took a good look at his house. I noticed the living room, painted white with pictures of Xavier and Hannah all over the walls. The kitchen was adjoining the living room and to the left of the kitchen, there was a small dining table with plates set out for two people along with a bottle of red wine. To the opposite of the kitchen, there were two bedrooms close to each other and on the door of one of the rooms, there was a cute little picture of Olaf from frozen which made me chuckle. "That's Hannah's room," he spoke as if he read my mind and I turned around to face him.

***** CHAOS I tested my new body and it's permanence, A load of spells escaping my fingertips wordless, Finally I'll be able to exert the justice on this world, on this splinter in my side, this intense cacophony of noise, In just a few rises of this measly ball of light, I'd eradicate this damned planet and all other sense of sentience and life within me, I'd be whole and silent again, but first a visit to an 'old hag' who tried to put a stick in my plans. As I descended down the steps I could hear the faint pitter patter as moisture dripped from the ceiling of the cavernous dungeon, she laid huddled her back against me, as I drew closer I heard her chant strange words even to me.

Kian sat at the polished wooden bar in the Rodgers suite, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged whiskey. The place buzzed with low conversations and the clink of glasses, a haven for travelers seeking fleeting connections He nursed a scotch on the rocks, his broad shoulders relaxed against the leather stool, unaware that the night would soon turn his solitude into a playground of wandering hands.

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

This made Water Dragon really curious to see who the little priest across from him was in his past life, so he just raised his pupils. Leaning against his little stick, he moved again. It was Mr. Chaos, meaning "don't open the dungeon." Do you want to turn into spicy snake meat right now? Water Dragon couldn't bear to look anymore, so he immediately unlocked the door. Although this lock was completely meaningless, with the power of the master, I could easily teleport out in an instant.

All eyes turned to her, this strange pale woman with blood-red lips and glowing eyes. “Aldrian is not man. Nor wolf. He’s an abomination pulled from the underbelly of the ancient realms. He sacrificed his soul in a dark forest ritual. He’s bound to Florence, and through her, to the darkest dungeons sealed under the mortal crust.” “What dungeons?” Linna asked sharply. Kala’s gaze swept the hall, deadly and still. “The Dungeons of the Forgotten—sealed by the first Moon Queen millennia ago. The same dungeons that once housed the gods who defied balance. They’re opening.”

The sky above the island was a graveyard of smoke and dying embers. While the Golden Dragon Lord hovered like a vengeful sun above the fortress, keeping the Pharaoh’s primary legions pinned beneath the earth, Fiel Davidal moved through the shadows of the cliff side. He had shed his golden radiance, pulling his power inward until he was nothing more than a ghost in the dark. He reached the jagged fissure that led to the old oubliette—the very hole he had been tossed into weeks ago as a framed prisoner.

asked Casser, looking at Eldion. Mira looked at Eldion as well and squeezed his arm tightly. “I’m alright,” said Eldion after a short pause. Remuel stepped in front of Eldion and extended his hand that was holding a small tool with a wooden handle on which was tied thin strips of hard leather. “This was taken from the rough skin of a desert lizard. If you look at it closely, it looks like it was covered with countless little knives that could slice the skin and inflict immense pain. This tool is often called 'the scourge with the million knives', use this,” said Remuel. “That’s the man responsible for keeping you in that dungeon. He and his family are responsible for the many innocent people

His eyes are bright yellow and his skin has a glassy material jutting out from his hands and joints. “Shard of Chaos, third shard release: Entropy.” Nothing happens for a few seconds, then a star whizzes past at incredible speed, just barely missing Míriel. She rushes to attack him but stops to dodge another wave of asteroids. Then another star. Soon, more. And more things start flying across the system randomly. What is happening?, is what is on my mind. A particularly large star is headed for the battle planet we’re on, but Zeus flew through and destroyed it.