Dungeon Seeker Novels & Stories

Draven POV: The entrance to the dungeon was dark, l didn’t bring a torch cause I didn’t wish to be discovered. And so I relied on my senses to find her. When Lia came with the news. It sounded like bullshit, but hearing her openly confess to it… I knew there had to be a reason. Plus, I couldn’t sit still with the fact that she’s alone in this cold and dark dungeon. She’s probably scared. My scent carried me to the left-hand side of the dungeon, and I stopped at the one where her scent was the strongest.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

Daniela called out as his movements seemed sluggish. “O…over here.” He called out, coughing on the smoke. “Watch out!” He shouted as the ceiling beam came crashing down, separating us. I looked at where he had collapsed on the ground, his breathing shallow, then to the hole, the beam had created. It was a perfect way out, and I could quickly get up there and take my chances fighting whoever was sent to collect me, dead or alive. Or I could save The Hunter and use the secret underground escape tunnel.

Retracting a few steps, I tapped onto the floor again to confirm my suspicion. I gently squeezed Rachel’s shoulder in reassurance and began to loosen my grip on her. When I was sure that she had understood the message, I quickly recoiled from her and proceeded to peel the carpet of the floor. There I found a rectangular box almost mixed with the colour and texture of the wooden flooring looking glaringly out of place to me. If someone hadn’t already suspected that it was a secret pathway to the floor beneath, they would never discover it lying there.

Seth The humid, rarefied air fills my lungs as I advance through the dark corridors of the dungeon. My footsteps echo off the worn stone walls, creating an ominous echo that seems to mock my presence. Each step I take is a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding this grim adventure. The dim light of a torch flickers in front of me, casting dancing shadows on the mossy walls. The flickers of the flame reveal the deterioration of the structure: cracks in the ceiling, peeling stones on the floor, and worn murals telling forgotten stories. These once-splendid murals now fade into the darkness, as if the dungeon itself has absorbed their vitality.

He stopped before the door, sighing as he turned to face the one and only Rasmus. "From what I recall. You were hell-bent on finding her and now you don't want to tag along?" Rasmus interrogated with narrowed eyes. "It's because I know it's useless to look for her. My trackers told me they saw her near the North Pack borders but Draken is looking near our border. What do you think it is? She's fooling us and everyone else. We are just going in circles. We need a strong plan to catch her. One mistake from her side is all I'm looking for to catch her," Hunter said in a deep tone.

Anika was thrilled until she laid eyes upon the tour guide instead. Damien Laskaris, the fourth strongest warrior in Shadow Pack, did not want to be a warrior, instead he was a storyteller and a tour guide in the small town of Paphos. He wanted nothing out of life until he met his client who took his breath away from the moment they met. Will Damien fight for her love or will he ket her go like anything else in his life? 📌Omega's Onslaught An attack, a rejection, a reclaim

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

I looked over at his dead body on my bed, deciding to see if there were any clues on him. He did like games after all. I searched his body, checking every pocket to come up empty. I closed my eyes trying to remember the room we were in before this memory. We were on the couch, I was in his lap, and he kissed me. The same exact way Damien does when he wants to show me a memory. Just then a knock at the door startled me from my realization and I was back in Hunter mode. I opened the door to reveal Damien in all of his glory. I smiled and jumped into his arms, smashing our lips together as if I hadn't seen him in years.

I flipped on the kitchen lights, opened the fridge, and scanned the contents until | located a jar of sliced pickles and a bowl of chocolate pudding on the bottom shelf. A-ha! I set my bounty on the kitchen island before I hunted for the last ingredient. Dried pasta, condiments, cookies, seaweed crisps...I opened and closed the endless row of cabinets, searching for a distinctive cardboard tube. The cabinets were so high I had to stand on tiptoes to see into the back, and my arms and thighs were starting to ache. Why did Dante have so much storage space? Who needed an entire cabinet of cooking oils? If I didn't–