Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

The whole building vibrated with an electric lock system. Not a place meant for torture. Just containment. Efficient, cold, and quiet. Māori typed a code into the keypad, and the first door clunked open with a mechanical sigh. The air inside was cold. And sterile. The hallway stretched through the pathway, doors on either side - thick glass with silver-lined edges. Silver cuffs hung from anchor points in most cells. It was a modern cage for supernatural monsters and I loved it. I stepped inside. My shoes echoing in the prison hall.

Isla The first thing that struck me when I stepped inside Dante’s mansion was the overwhelming sense of opulence. It was a world I had never imagined—a realm of polished marble floors, soaring ceilings adorned with glittering chandeliers, and walls lined with priceless art that felt like they were watching me, judging my presence. But behind all that glamour lay an unsettling reality: this place was a luxurious prison.

I asked, not understanding. “The great dungeon is a prison open to our entire land,” Gibran said. "If you are a wolf and you committed an act so heinous that you were condemned to nothingness itself, anyone can send you here. The place falls under the administration of the Alpha of the pack because of its location, but it houses prisoners from all over the territory. However, it is a prison that has compartments and armored sections for each pack's areas. It is strictly controlled, which is unusual, but the Vane family uses it as a normal prison. It is a way to make people think twice about committing a crime, and it has served to reduce crime rates to almost zero." Hearing that gave me chil

Those that were visibly died were all death row prisoners, the foreign criminals, that were captured. All of those criminals that were inside the Aeternum correctional institutions, were all taken for this moment, and they all just died there. Therefore this incidents has cleared about 65% of Aeternum imprisoned criminals, which lighten the burden of Aeternum law enforcement and also prison systems by a lot. To be quite honest, if such things were done on earth then I might be hanged to death already, but this is Fantasma, and there is no rules and law when it comes to the criminals and prisoners rights. Most prisoners of the heavy crimes would just be executed to death once they were captur

I counted the floors, and there were 5 floors on the ground. “Is this the prison?” I asked. “Yes,” Rodney answered as the elevator dinged. “Then what is up?” I asked. “There are also prisons in the up, a hospital, a cafeteria, just different departments for the criminals in the up, and also rogues dealing with psychiatric issues that make them dangerous,” he answered. “So just hardened criminals are here?” I asked, walking with them down the narrow hallway. “Yes,” he said, and they opened the door, and I was welcomed with noise. This looked like another world entirely; the cells are like cages, taking just one person. Small beds and a smaller room for toilets.

Our prisons are situated underground for various reasons, one, we don't want the cubs running in the prison, and getting into chance of being killed, number two, in any chance the prisoners break out with the one way that they possibly could as the prison is situated in such a way that it's covered in silver on walls on the poles, and it's not minimal silver, but silver sulfide, there aren't many casualties, hence way it's at the end of Aquarius Waters. We add that to their food, which in turn weakens the prisoners, and they can't do anything even if they want. I get to the prison and I am greed by Fenris, best fighter after me, Sabre, and Akela respectively. "Alpha," he bows down. "How is t

Author’s POV… Deep in the Lunar Fangs dungeon, the food servant went round the cells of the special inmates who weren’t allowed to leave the cells to have their meals. Because these prisoners were regarded as dangerous, they had their bathrooms right in the cells and were never allowed to come out. The servant had gone round serving food, and had reached the cell of a certain inmate who hadn’t been returning his plates. “Bring out your plate, or you won’t be served your next meal,” the servant warned.

“That information was kept secret, of course. My grandfather didn’t want people thinking that their pack house had such a sad or tragic history. Prisons today are terrible, but prisons back then….” He didn’t need to say more. Disease, abuse, and a juvenile excuse for a justice system meant that once the majority of prisoners entered the cells, they rarely made it out alive. “Anyway. The whole modernization included security, technology, and it’s not even done yet. The Alpha Guard has been working for decades to disguise this place for what it was, and transform it into something--some place-- that people want to be.” I reflected on the empty halls, the dimly lit rooms, and the general emptin

he ordered, secretly smirking at me. On his face, I could read the words, "I finally got you." But that was less of my concern. My mind was wondering what suddenly made Draco change that way. After showing me a little bit of care; now this? It was questionable. I knew I trespassed, but I shouldn't be punished to the extent of being thrown into prison. The Fritty pit was not just any prison. It was where people go to and never come back in one piece. I've heard different stories about it and they were all scary tales.