Falin Delicious In Dungeon Novels & Stories

She waved goodbye to her friends in the dungeon, knowing deep down that she might never return. On her first day in the dungeon, Aurora made friends with some insects, such as treasure beetles, which welcomed her with their venom. It was a painful experience, as their venom had altered her appearance. However, over five months, these creatures became her only companions, aside from the guard who brought her food every three days. Aurora had not seen Alpha Malik since he sentenced her to the dungeon. She vividly remembered the coldness in his eyes that day, a gaze that instilled fear in everyone present.

Cause I sound so funny? "Anyway your cute, your voice is cute and I like it! You look so innocent." I blink twice. What did she just say? I'm cute, my voice is cute. And I look so innocent? Really? “By the way, I’m Celine Buenavista, and you are?” “I’m Eunice..." I added. "Hell.” “Hell as in H E L L?” “Yeah.” “Cool! Oh, wait... I think I’ve heard that before." She scratches her hair.

"Some place where there isn't a lot of foot traffic?" "We have cells in the basement." Damion mentioned. "It used to be a dungeon from the eighteen hundreds, but we mainly use it for storage now. Once we get this man some pants, I'll escort you there." "It's dead dead this time." Zalakai said as he searched around the bite wound on Nigel's neck. "I don't sense anymore Dark Magic coming from it. However..." He dipped his fingers into the ichor and rubbed his fingers together. "The transition was faster this time around. That's rather scary."

Lucien shouted. Dominic's team rushed through the side entrance. At the same time, Damon's team breached the main gate using a battering ram enhanced with magic. We were in. I stayed close to Aveline as we followed Dominic's team into the fortress. The interior was worse than the exterior. The walls were covered in demonic symbols painted in what looked like dried blood. The air stank of rot and sulfur. "This way!" Kira pointed down a corridor. "The dungeon level. That's where they'd keep prisoners."

The maid already heightened into more than seven feet and her teeth had grown sharper and numerous Alden dipped his hand into his inner shirt pocket, he brought out a bottle with a glowing yellow substance in it and poured it into the extract mixture " This will do" "Get back" King Durham instructed Scarlet. Alden opened the dungeon metal gate and immediately the maid ran out, ready to snap the neck of anyone her hands could grab. Alden was the closest to her and he was her first target

Characters: FL: Honeybell Sant: A half-wolf healer with a defiant heart and no pack. Curvy, warm-toned skin, thick amber curls, and honey-gold eyes. She works at the edge of the highland territories where the feral roam. ML: Veneer Stone: The dark, rogue Alpha of the Northern Tundra. Unhinged, brutal, with a silent, brooding presence. Stark grey eyes, scarred jawline, and a body like chiseled marble. Never touches unless he’s ready to destroy.

Alina had told her that one of her personal maids was her spy and that she had been using that maid to make her drink the emergency pills, so who will she trust with food? Her stomach growled loudly once again, not agreeing with her thoughts, as if telling her that whether the food was spiked with drugs or not, she would have to eat it. It's like her thoughts were answered because, at the same moment, a ray of light illuminated the already darkened dungeon and a heavy man walked in with a plate of rice. Judging from it, it looked like someone's leftovers, but what will she do? She'll have to eat it.

As soon as Damien reached the outskirts of the dungeon, he slowed down, his heightened senses on full alert. The thick, musty air hung around the dungeon, and the scent of damp stone and decay made his nostrils flare. He crouched low, careful not to disturb the silence, as his keen nose worked through the myriad of scents lingering in the air.

The sound of metal scraping against the stone floor echoed off the damp walls, a shrill lament that seemed to embody the despair of everyone who had ever passed through there. Freya felt the impact before she even realized she had been dropped. The dungeon floor was icy, an unforgiving granite surface covered by a thin layer of slime and mold. The smell down here was different from the burning of Oakhaven; it wasn’t smoke, but the stagnant odor of wet earth, urine, and the rancid fear of centuries of suffering.

Looks like I have another method to garner more gold coins, i should try figure out how to enchant items easily, probably find a way to automate the whole productions. "you should show me how to enchant item later…you can hold this armour for now, we can continue this later in Aeternum…..Everyone we're leaving now..". "Pardon me your Lordship…is the Lord finally defeated?….just like that?..". (Sasu) Nervous but still steel his courage to ask me. "Yes, just like this…See, this round thing?…this is the Dungeon Anchor/Core…with the Lord gone and this Anchor in my hand, you can safely assume that the dungeon is done for…I believe that you won't questions what you just saw right?….".