Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

But I no longer cared. Moments later, the Underboss, Venero Castellano, unchained me from the rack. Pain shot through my body, and my legs gave out as I collapsed onto the floor. "You'll leave in a week, and you are never to return. Once your identity is wiped out, no one can ever find you again," Domenico said and lifted my chin with the tip of his cane. The light flooding in from the open dungeon doors stabbed at my eyes. As I crawled out of the dungeon, I felt like I was about to be reborn.

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

A young warrior tried but fail to inconspicuously pace around the area, giving me the clue. I marched towards him and immediately, he pulled out his blade and pointed it at me. I didn't waste any time with him and soon enough, he was down writhing in pain as I moved and pulled the metal door that led to the dungeons upwards and descended inside. The dungeon was as quiet as I remembered it to be, probably likely to do with the change of leadership, and considering the chaos David was constituting up, he needed more warriors than he did here. "Damon," I called fearlessly. "Where are you? Can you hear me?"

Whatever she said had Mia scrambling out the door with barely a goodbye. The last person to stop by was Bethany. She was a little tiny slip of a girl, skinny but in a well-toned way and her hair was so dark it made her skin look pale giving her a slight porcelain look. But do not underestimate her, I had seen this little slip of a thing take a whip to a Dom that was abusing a sub before the moderators could get there so I knew the strength she carried. Bethany was the one who told me about the Dungeon in the first place. Though she had done it as more of a prank than anything. Today she looked terrible, so guilty, and forlorn that I immediately reached out to her, but she shook her head and

The punk was bold enough, at least, lunging in with the blade aimed straight at Ray, though he still didn't have the stomach to actually kill, so he went for a stab at the leg instead. Ray simply reached out and caught the blade in his own hand, then jabbed it straight back into the punk's arm. "Aaaah!" the punk screamed, the blade buried clean into the flesh, somehow missing the bone entirely. The other three punks flinched at the sight, backing up a step on reflex, tongues darting nervously over their lips. Now that was a scary guy. Ray clapped his hands together. "Get lost." He hauled the wounded punk up and hurled him bodily into the other three, sending all three sprawling to the ground

I breathe in and out and continue running; I don't stop until I'm in front of the dungeon. "These are my soldiers." Luca points to the five punk-looking men with mohawk haircuts, dangling earrings, and full-sleeve tattoos, hanging guns on their chests and in their waistbands and pockets and every available space in their clothes and bodies. I nod at them in acknowledgment. We step into the dungeon. Luca beside and two of his very tough 'soldiers,' as he calls them. The dungeon is dark, and it smells of blood and death. I adjust my eyes to get used to the darkness before proceeding further into the dungeon.

Third Person's POV Meanwhile, Lance had infiltrated Madison's mansion but hadn't yet reached the basement dungeon. The basement dungeon had four entrances. The craftsmen who built it had all been silenced, but Caldwell found the son of the construction supervisor. As expected, his son had a structural map, revealing the dungeon's design. The dungeon spanned half the size of Madison's mansion, dug deep into the ground. Brick walls divided it into four sections—east, south, west, and north.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I tied my hair into a high ponytail and cracked my knuckles. "3..." "2..." "1." Theo and I both sprinted toward the guy and knocked him over. The gun tossed across the room. Theo throws a punch and the Russian assassin yanks Theo off him, his body slams against the rotten wood causing a hole on the floor. Holy shit. The buff guy stood up and his 6'3 figure hovered over my 5'6 frame.

There was no place better than the dungeon to master his newly received skill. He used his stealth as he peeked at the party who were fighting the monsters on the fifteenth floor. The party had 2 mages, 1 swordsman, 1 spearman, and 1 healer. He quietly watched them as he took in every spell that both the mages uses. “Even adventurers from other regions come here for the experience. I think I chose the best place, right Blur?” Dio brushed Blur’s fur with his fingers and his bond purred in response.

Ariel was resting in his room after chatting with the old man, he enjoys his first meeting with an aunt with that old man. he was about to sleep, he makes his plan to enter the dungeon, he hasn't had full equipment, he doesn't know what happens inside the dungeon. every dungeon is different, every dungeon has different challenges and there are only a few people who come out safe from the dungeon. 75% of them died when they come out, because of some kind of disease, only two people make it out from the dungeon and their name is also lost in history.