Dungeon Seeker Novels & Stories

I shouted, aiming the LED ahead. “They’re fleeing to Quaker Hall.” “Where’s Kujo?” I asked, turning the bend that led to the old Rockwell tunnels and the access to Quaker Hall basement. “Right ahead.” I heard growls, and the phone app spat some insults. “Back, you fuckers!” I bellowed, pressing on down the tunnel. “Outta here or I’m gonna fucking burn you all to hell!”

Why would I be looking down here? Shit, my mind is blank. Umm… I have nothing. For five minutes, I troll my brain, until finally it hits me. I’m looking for him. Stace. Shit, I mean Mac. I’m looking for Mac. Yeah, if someone asks me I am simply looking for Mac. He told me he was going to fix something and I came here looking for him. It’s simple, and most importantly, believable. I tentatively open the door and peer in. The room is dark and the sound of the engines is loud and churning. It’s huge with machines everywhere and doorways that lead into rooms. Okay, what am I looking for? I walk along the huge corridor as I search for what I need. I get to a room and I open the door and find desk

If it's the latter, maybe I should partake in the charade as well, I pondered, contemplating my next move as he earnestly considered the supposed quest. "Sure, come on in and search. It's a small but valuable item, took me over two months to find. It's gray, cubic, with a dragon emblem on top." "I'm sorry, I'll take a look around." I followed up by describing the appearance of the treasure in the mobile game, detailing its features. As for the color, I glanced at the gray floor of the changing room and casually mentioned that hue. He didn't raise any objections, and after another round of apologies, he obediently stepped inside. I casually closed the door behind him. In this confined space,

Dust and spilled drinks cling to it and I take my fingers away. He looks around and then leans in. “Just in the middle of the city,” he responds. “So if I go I won't miss it.” He nods, his pupils rolling around his sockets like marbles. “Are you going in alone?” He asks taking the glass to his mouth. I nod, touching my lips. I really hope she is okay. “That is a death wish,” he says, drawing patterns on the table. “That place is like Fort Knocks but better.” My stomach twists. I haven't really thought about this much. “Do you know the layout of the building?”

I finally found the knob and I turned it and walked through the door. The moment I entered what seemed to be a large dim lit hall way a strange but familiar stuffy scent hit my nostrils. Shit. This was a dungeon. I had absolutely no idea where to go, I was probably going to get lost. The screams which had considerably gotten a bit quieter were coming from the far end of the hall to my right. I cautiously followed the sounds. There was no way I could follow any scent down here, my nose was messed up. I got to the end of the hall and saw that there was a'T' junction so I took left, because that's were the sound was coming from

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

she asked. Jack nodded and wiped his hands on his thighs before picking his controller up. “Yep.” Dianna started the game and watched as Jack directed his character to enter the dungeon. The dungeon was actually a cave, and in the game, the players enter the cave to take shelter from a storm. Unfortunately, the cave isn’t empty and they stumble upon Eror, a half-serpent, half-woman monster, and her young. Jack lasted forty-five seconds before Eror bit his head off.

Grateful for this, I thanked the maid profusely before hurrying in the opposite direction. Locating the dungeon took a while but I finally found it and without wasting more time, I hurried to her side. Raina, who was surprised to see me, didn't try to hide it as she kept staring like I was an alien. “I'm not here to cause trouble.” I said, hoping my words calmed her down. Fortunately for me, it worked as she visibly relaxed. “The seekers, I want to know about them.” “How come you know about them?” She muttered. “Don't tell me Davies told you everything about the seekers.”

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.