Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

The air crackled with a strange energy as their hands clasped, sealing the pact with an eerie sense of finality. As the pentacle glowed once again, its luminous tendrils reaching out in a pulsating display of power, the very foundations of the dungeon began to tremble. Panic spread among those who had played a part in imprisoning Belle and her companions, their cries drowned out by the deafening roar of collapsing stone and mortar. In a harrowing spectacle, the dungeon crumbled in on itself, a cascade of debris raining down upon the terrified figures below. Bones snapped, screams pierced the air, and blood mingled with the dust as lives were mercilessly snuffed out in an instant.

Sometimes it went on through his entire shift. The Dungeon on Level 85 was often the last place a colleague could be traced before being outsourced. Dink had no desire to be outsourced. Dink closed his eyes and deliberated whether to forward the information to Shroud or wait for more supporting information to show up. It wasn’t a good idea to bother Shroud with trivia, if he was in a bad mood. He might have a coke hangover. He could be ferocious then. Everybody got fucked up in Deep 6. It was the only way to survive in this bleak hellhole.

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

It was no wonder this place was called The Dungeon, after first walking through the entrance I took almost two full flights of stairs down under the street before I came upon a coat room where a sub was stationed to help people find and drop off their stuff. Then I entered the main room through a set of metal vault doors that was etched with the club's logo on it in an eerie gunmetal color that seemed to glow unnaturally. At first, it was hard to see much other than what was right in front of me because the room was intensely dark and the only lights to illuminate anything came from the disco ball that was rotating from high above the dance floor. The scene areas had a spotlight on them to h

Including sanitizing everything at the end of the night. I have had to throw him out of here a few times for being too rough with the customers. His name is Trenton but he calls himself The Master. He opened a place about forty-five minutes from me called the Dungeon. I went there once to check it out. I have to wonder how he stays in business. It is nasty as in it doesn’t look like he ever cleans. There are no bouncers or security. His rooms are ill-equipped to handle clients' needs. His bar is pathetic. It is just a horrible place. Not to mention the rumors I have heard. Subs leaving Doms with bruises and cuts. It seems like anything goes there including beatings. That isn’t what being a D

Sammy remarked, giggling. Never have I imagined my eighteenth birthday to go down like this...in a sex club—of all places on Earth. We went down the stairs, what I believe was called the basement, and it only spiked my fear more. This bloody place—what they called Dungeon—looked like an ancient prison cell where people were happily torturing others. Women were hanging naked, getting whipped, caned. "Psst. Psst." Sammy nudged with me with her elbow as I dragged to gaze to where she was pointing. "Look at that."

Why did I still care, though? "I know," I pouted. I gave her the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. "Fine," she groaned. "I'll tell you where he is, but hey! You owe me big-time." After Jenny gave me directions, I located the spot. At first, I thought I hadn't gotten the directions right. The dungeon was in a secluded center of the grounds - hidden in plain sight. Apparently, it was underground. I squatted down and removed the four corner metal cover. The opening underneath led to a flight of stairs that went further underground.

I knew that they were out for blood and that I was their target. I swiftly opened the dungeon, and I threw myself inside. I was met with another loud and sickening thud. My back aches and my fragile body was etched with pain. I couldn't even lock the dungeon back, or enter the proper way. I was overcome with anxiety, and I couldn't think straight. The dungeon was a fortified underground structure, where prisoners are kept. The prisoners were glaring at me, and hurling insulting words at me, upon seeing me. And as I lay, amidst them on the cold stone floor, I could hear the sounds of my pack members raging outside.

Although the herbs have been prohibited from use, some even Packs and Hunter still use it illegally. Jason and I made our way out of the pack house and drove to the dungeon. The dungeon is located near the border of the pack immediately after the forest that shows the demarcation of our pack and the free land. The dungeon was built at that location because it’s far away from the pack members residence and so unwanted pests would not make contact with any of the pack members except the warriors. We arrived in the dungeon and got out of the car. The Chief head of the dungeon immediately rushed out of the building to welcome us.

Jennifer woke up dreamily, strangely silent around. She didn't know how long she was in the mirror. Jennifer wanted to go out, but the mirror was locked by someone. Jennifer tried to force herself to go out for a long time, but she still couldn't get out. Suddenly she heard someone's footsteps, Jennifer was scared to sit and crouch, not daring to breathe. Ivan looked at the neatly arranged mirrors, he went to an observation deck. Ivan's penetrating eyes noticed something unusual, he did not hesitate to open the mirror cover. Inside was a girl with dirty clothes lying there.