Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

Right now, I was flirting with the idea of tying it closed and just leaving it that way all night. I glanced at the clock again and saw that barely five minutes had gone by. "UGH!" I cried and stormed out of the car, unable to sit still anymore. Swinging the club door open, the first thing to hit me was that it was so incredibly quiet inside. Normally, the hard erotica tempo music would be almost deafening. Right now, however, the silence was. Hesitantly, I took the stairs down to the giant vault door that was the welcome mat for The Dungeon. I had heard that this place had once been an old bank. But had been closed for many, many years before Reed finally bought it.

Knox P. O. V After changing my clothes I enter the dungeon , loud sounds can be heard from outside. They are screaming in pain and agony. Nothing can prepare them for what is about to come. This is my safe haven. My demon gets peace from cries in pain. He is thirsty with blood and the painful screams. He will only calm down when he gets the blood of those two rogues on him.

, Seems like you will have plenty to eat in the dungeon". Everyone entered the dungeon with DT in front, followed by X and laughing devil and giving long range support was Sweet Reaper, forming a diamond formation. They kept walking for about 10 min but couldn't find anyone not even a single low level monster, "Is it weird we haven't met a single monster until now?" asked Haruna (Sweet Reaper), " It is, if this is a dungeon there should be monsters around, keep your guard up we don't know what will happen" replied Leo (X).

Finn's POV The dungeon stank of piss and rot, the air so thick I could taste it - bitter, sour, like the inside of a grave. A slash of crimson moonlight cut through the wall, spilling over the stone like blood from a fresh wound. My scars itched, a map of every bastard who'd torn me open and left me hollow. I needed it tonight, that sharp, searing proof I wasn't just a ghost rattling in this fucked-up shell.

Xen dusted his hands off after we got rid of the Mage, located at the eastern cemetery. " But we are getting professional at this... If only we could make a living out of killing these beasts... You know, like they have monster hunters and demon slayers in animes. " Kian commented while fixing his hair as we walked back to the place which we called home. " Do we have any news about that doctor you were trying to track? " I asked Braze but he looked away and didn't answer. I looked at Xen and Kian confused, " Why?What happened? "

Dungeon Cores were able to rank up through the over-accumulation of energy, so it was often rare to see a dungeon rank up, as they took hundreds of years at the very least. This Dungeon was named Boundless Abyss Dungeon, and it was an X-Rank Dungeon with beast up to X-Rank roaming its depths. It was named Boundless Abyss because the end of the dungeon was never found, it was said that it extended for over one hundred floors! And it possessed over 10 different biomes, from swamps, jungles, forests, deserts, tundra, and more! The sheer variety of monster types inside was mesmerizing to Chaos, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on them to taste their flavor and gain new skills.

She couldn't help but feel something wasn't right and the girl was up to no good. *** The Dungeon The sound of liquid water could be heard dropping on the hard floor of the Dungeon. It was as quiet as a cemetery; only the sounds of the drops of liquid could be heard. The air in the dungeon was thick, somber and suffocating, the metallic smell of blood lingered in the atmosphere. There were different levels in the dungeon. Each level is different. For instance, level 1 for thieves and minor criminals and as the levels progress the intensity of crimes of its prisoners also increases.

“A what? I haven’t got a clue.” “Imagine a patchwork of flesh from living supernatural creatures mixed into a disgusting mass. They’re created by rogue mages or even liches for fighting on the battlefield. There’s no way to explain them to someone not with our knowledge. Imploding them is better than leaving the mess behind. You try explaining it to the mundane authorities. If you know anything about the game, Dungeons and Dragons. They’re influenced a lot by the image of these creatures. The best description I can give you a mad scientist put together leftover bits and pieces from other test subjects. Placed tentacles and eyeballs. Too many claws and teeth. Often their teeth and claws deliv

He wasn’t walking into this underlevelled anymore, and that alone settled something in the back of his mind, and importantly he got the homing shot back. “Good enough,” he muttered as the clearing opened up ahead. The dungeon entrance stood at the centre, a worn stone arch embedded into the earth, faint carvings shifting subtly across its surface. A thin veil of light filled the opening, steady and quiet, marking the threshold. Players were already gathering nearby. Some grouped up, checking gear and talking through plans, while others lingered further back, watching and waiting, clearly unsure whether they were ready to step through. Riley scanned once, then spotted them.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g