Dungeon Punk Novels & Stories

If word got out online, the one truly humiliated would be him. Zach was a businessman, after all. When it came down to it, what was a fiancée compared to his reputation? Colton Maurus, my childhood friend, had grown up with me. On the night of my engagement to Zach, he had clung to the statue at my front gate, crying until dawn.

Ding-dong! “Welcome, players, to the dungeon. Nightmare Entanglement. Dungeon Objective. Survive for 3 days. Dungeon Difficulty: SSS-level. Wish you all the best!” So I had never been a player. I had been an unawakened dungeon boss. Jack still lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly. He clearly had not died yet. I lifted my foot and crushed his head with one stomp. Because the dungeon had triggered, the players who had entered the game with me would have to restart from the beginning.

Zane had removed his shirt and shoes and left them in their bedroom before he went to put things together for their evening. They had turned one room of their little cottage into a playroom. Derek had offered to get them guest passes to The Playroom, the private dungeon where he was a member. Zane had turned him down, at least for now. He was sure Dara was a long way from having sex in that environment. The man she'd been with belonged to a dungeon that Derek told him had one of the worst reputations in the area. The man had pimped her out to his friends, putting no restrictions on anything. She had both physical and mental scars from that experience.

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

**** Black moon pack> Dungeon. Liam and Matilda appeared in Dylan's dungeon. The guards outside had fallen under the sleeping spell of Matilda. "W-Who are you?" Dylan asked. He was reeking of urine and blood, and his body was sore. 'Why are you here?' He couldn't see their faces because of the darkness that engulfed the room. "I am here to set you free, my friend" Liam smirked and sauntered to him. "Why?" "We are going to be partners," Liam snickered.

Instantly, a dungeon comes to view which consists of several stone cells, cold and deserted. There are heavy metal chains in them and many of the walls have writing on them. Most of the writings are ramblings of past prisoners who lived there and had gone crazy until they died. Some of their skeletons still remain in the cells, rotting away even after death. If there is one thing Sloria does not believe in, it is to be merciful to its enemies. Anyone who tries to disrupt their peace are locked in the dungeons where a slow poison kills them over a course of several months. The poison is not always used and only reserved for the most fearsome criminals who dared to harm Dmitri or his people. H

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

No, more than that, I want her. The moment I reach the end of the hall, I hear it. Her moans. Long, breathless, and shattered. The sound of her falling apart. I push open the door to the dungeon and walk into a scene I hadn’t expected, but should’ve. She’s laid on the bed, flushed and slick with sweat, body trembling as Mason leans over her, fingers still inside her, looking just as ruined. The scent of sex hits me like a wall. So that’s where they’ve been.

Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise? I tiptoed down the hallway, the hard press of the gun against my behind as I got to the open space living room and kitchen. "Who the fuck let you into my house?", I jumped out in surprise, raising the gun and pointing it to the kitchen area Kane's surprised green eyes stared back at me, his body bent behind the counter like he had been looking for something. His eyebrows quirked at the gun after a long pause of silence and I put it away, flipping it back to safety.

Zen asked from behind the indestructible stalagmite. Annoyed that the zombie boss could not be harmed despite combining efforts with the doll-like assassin, Liu Feng growled. How could they possibly slip past such a defence? Receiving no reply, Zen looked around. Although he was told to remain safe and away from danger, he couldn’t help but sneak around different rock formations to creep closer to where Mother Mandy was. Something about the dungeon design felt off. The mausoleum wasn’t shutting them in one space. Why?