Dungeon World Books Novels & Stories

The first seven eyes want to crack, but make all the strength can not run over, can not stop, can only watch. "Rumble!" With an earth-shattering roar, the entire hall instantly collapsed, no, it wasn't the hall that collapsed, but the entire space collapsed in this instant ...... ...... The wind, whistling, the sky, a bright moon is bright. *** The Nine Worlds Chronicles, finally a prequel *** Want to read the Nine Realms character extras? Lingyin, Weiyang, Qianyu Nishang? Or all of them! Part! People! Want to read the story of the main character thousands of years ago? Want to know who the person who resurrected the protagonist was? Want to know what happened twenty years ago?

Albian replied, “This is Pax. A peaceful realm very few have ever witnessed. You are the only reason we are here. It was the power in you that led us here, and the power in you that allowed us entry.” “I don't understand. If you could never get here, how do you know it was me and some kind of power I possess.” He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.”

The underground archives trembled. Books rained from the shelves as the horde above smashed through floor after floor. The reinforced iron door at the top of the stairs groaned under relentless pressure. Cracks spider-webbed across the ancient wood. Kael stood at the front, fully shifted into his massive silver-black wolf form, muscles coiled and ready. Blood from the previous fight still matted his fur. “They’re coming. All of them.” Damien stood to his left, shadows swirling around him like living armor, crimson eyes glowing with lethal focus. “We hold this position. If they breach the archives, we lose our only defensible spot.”

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Enkille smiled and strolled near the young ruler of Argia. They walked at a steady pace, not losing their guards down. They heightened their senses for a possible surprise attack or an ambush. It seemed that their deities were looking after them because they reached the end of the tunnel without trouble. But there was another set of rune magic floating on air again. Branigan unbinds it effortlessly. Until they finally stood inside the massive library. The silence inside made them wonder. They could not see even a single faerie. “I feel sorry for the books stuck here,” Branigan said.

(REVERSE) “BLOOD CLASS.” The alternate world and book that there is so much to learn and to discover about. The world that doesn’t exceed the original, but holds the more than the amount of darkness that one can endure and fight against. The world that everyone will be trap, the moment that the book of Dylan opens. His smile even draws wider in the most cunning way, as he couldn’t wait and somehow subsides his excitement for the upcoming future that awaits them. “Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?”

However, still don't know what kind of world this is, what the mission is, also, life is neither hard nor dangerous, so I just go through the day peacefully, or boringly, like this. Oh, almost forgot the most important thing. There is a difference that is higher than mountains, longer than rivers, wider than land, and bluer than the sky, is that there is no D.E in this world! No-unbelievable-D.E! What a enormous omission of a world! Slightly noted, D.E is the best web novel series of my life which I have been following for three years, three years and it hasn't finished yet! The mysterious great author kept digging the hole, and I kept jumping into, stuck there for three years without any si

--------- Underworld Tore POV I feel strange like I smelled a dreadful odor from somewhere. I called Sabina, my new lady Damah. " Why you called me my Lord?" She put on her knees in front of me. We're immortal so even years passed by, our face never gets old. We stay the same as ever. " Did you smelled something strange?" I asked Damah about it and she noticed the bad odor too. " Yes, since this morning the odor spreads and even Cerberus sniffs it too!" She mumbled. Cerberus is the checker of the underworld of the dead souls who were passing on the river Styx if this soul will go to the easy test or the hard test. This will determine whether they reincarnated into an animal or plants.

Japheth snorted, a corner of his lips tipping up. “No, dumbass.” I groaned, running a hand through the strands of my hair. “I mean the ones about otherworldly beings. Gods, gryms and I don't know what else might be in there.” The books in the library were considered sacred. Although, Shadowfen wasn't as large as Valeras, it was hard to find one's way around here. With different and multiple routes and passageways, the possiblity of finding your way around was impossible without the guide of someone accustomed to the structures.