Dungeon Predator Novels & Stories

Curious, I asked the others, "Why is her dungeon open 24/7 anyway?" The siren, holding onto her one surviving bag of spicy human jerky, explained while hissing from the heat. "She's waiting for someone." "Who?" "The previous boss of her dungeon, the only SSSSS-rank boss in the entire game." The crow flapped its wings excitedly. "I know, I know! I was lucky enough to meet her once when I was young. She gave me a bottle of super glue. Ever since then, my eyeballs don't fall out nearly as much!

The wall ahead was collapsed masonry. The hunter stepped into view. Tall. Bone-plated. Teeth glinting in the low light. It tilted its head. Adrian whispered, “I didn’t sign up for this.” The hunter replied—not with words, but with a pulse. The corridor shuddered. The Spine team arrived seconds later. Riven dropped from an overhead maintenance hatch, landing between Adrian and the predator. Cael and Solin flanked the corridor mouth. Marra took position behind fallen debris, rifle steady despite the healing ribs.

The dungeon seems to be thriving with motion; it roars with snarls that are low and guttural and go through thick stone walls. Shadows shift, feral eyes glinting in the darkness, the bodies ready to tear her apart. The rogues move with a bond-bestial hunger overtaking any vestige of sanity. Nana does not feel threatened. She does not budge.

She had to get the information out quickly. "Oh, I see you don't know. The legends are true, you see. The Skölls are wolf shifters." Leif's head jerked up and Astrid let a touch of a malevolent smile play at her lips. "They are likely following you by scent as we speak. How do you think they will react once they find you? Have you ever seen a wolf take down its prey, young warrior?"

Seraphina mused. “What are your familiars?” Seraphina asked. “I know Achilles is a snow leopard and of course no one can forget the Great Puma,” Seraphina said with a wink. “My familiar is a lioness” Ethena said. “And mine is a wolf,” Aurelia spoke up. “I am a Lynx,” answered Drusilla. “And I am a fox,” Antoinette proudly stated. “Can you guess what my familiar is?” asked Credence, visibly excited. “Well,” Seraphina pondered, “Aurelia mentioned yesterday that we went for a fly, so I am assuming maybe a Falcon?” Seraphina answered him. “Oooooh close sister but, my familiar is an eagle.” Credence answered, beaming at Seraphina. “It is strange isn’t it, I don’t think I ever would’ve guessed all

At least, he was merciful in that regard. Rather than stare at the silhouette of her best friend out there in the darkness alone, Nya turned her attention to the moon. The light was just missing Gavin now, but it would move momentarily, and he’d be bathed in the soft, warm glow of the Dragon Moon, and then, a shadow would pass across the orb, interrupting the beams, and the dragon would swoop out of the sky, his sharp talons sinking into Gavin’s flesh before the dragon plucked him away, flying up into the night sky with him and likely devouring him before he even reached his lair somewhere on the top of Scale Mountain to the west.

Feeling safe of his presence. Knowing with him here, no one can dare to touch her let alone hurt her. Except for him. His gaze goes lower to her naked self and he remembers each and every cut on her neck and arm. Every single one. And next the wolves start clawing their own chest. Tearing their own flesh. Making blood to flow out of their cuts and colour the floor of the dungeon. Red. " Than....eaous we...are with you.. please..merc..y" One begged. Thinking he may stop. After knowing they were bloodhounds. But Thaneos instead clenches his fist more.

She got ready, wore a cute matching tan sweat set, paired with black lace up boots, some rings and a watch. As she walked downstairs, she could already hear the bustling noises in the kitchen as their parents planned a not so surprising surprise and mind you which was the fault of the werewolf hearing and their parents being so predictable. She entered the dining area, lo and behold, they all yelled surprise and each of them proceeded with hugging and wishing me happy birthday. Kylie hugged me last and whispered in my ear, “we are going to have lots of fun, like loads of it. And you won’t say no to anything today or I swear I am going to kill you.”

With such a small pool of graduates to choose from, the likelihood of getting more than one offer was pretty high. Me? I couldn’t think of anything worse than a desk job. I'm hoping to get an offer from Dario Montario. He is believed to be one of the best Hunters out there. At the age of 23 he had almost surpassed my Dads kill count. Which will make him the best. He is also incredibly hot. His bright blue eyes sat beneath a mop of light brown hair. I sat and drank in his appearance. He stood arms crossed over his chiselled chest. His black t-shirt pulled taught across his muscles. His jeans fitted snuggly against his body, leaving little to the imagination. He was sexy as fuck and just might

“To be complete honest, I’ve been hunting one down to kill for a very long time. Hence the affectionate term people have chosen for me.” Hunter. I swallow, that uncomfortable feeling fluttering over to me now. Shamefully, I fell for all the gossip, even if some of it was in fact true. “Predator?” “To most people. It’s the Snow Demon” he says warily, expecting a more dramatic reaction from me, but admittedly, I know little about the Snow Demon, other than it is native to the Azure Province. “Tell me about your Tani.”