Fated Darkest Dungeon Novels & Stories

“You put him there. You know exactly what holds him. I want all of it, Evander. Every detail. And I want it verified before I give you a single thing in return.” His jaw tightened. “You don’t trust my word.” “Have I ever?” Another almost-smile. “Fair.” He leaned back in the chair and looked at her with something that might, from a very long distance, have resembled respect. “The dungeons beneath Fernwood use spirit wards. Old ones, older than the council, layered over centuries. They respond to darkness. To corruption.” He paused. “Someone pure enough, with the right anchor, could walk through them without triggering them. The wards don’t recognize purity as a threat.”

As we walked through the hallway, several of the pack soldiers and maids laughed at me while Morris led me through the down to a tunnel. When we arrived at the dungeon, Morris pushed me inside the dungeon which oozed of rotten bodies and dead rats. “You know something Anabelle, I wonder if the moon goddess would be so dumb to give you a mate.” He said and laughed in my direction, before leaving me alone in the lonely cold dungeon. As I dropped to the floor, I am able to reflect on what Morris had said and realized t here could really be no hope for me after all. I am bound to be doomed to this life forever.

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.

she gestured toward the distant church spites visible on the horizon. “Mestre Escuro thinks you can slip inside through the dungeon entrance beneath the cathedral. No guards, no traps– an easy way in for someone who is not… like us.” Lady Escuridade’s voice grew more intense as she spoke. “The Cathedral?” Amelia echoed. “What is in the dungeon?” Lady Escuridade’s expression darkened at the mention of the dungeons, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “Corrompido,” she said flatly her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They have been down there for years– tortured, starved, broken.” She paced across the watch tower platform, the tattered hem of h

It was a mistake on his part, so he checked the sound settings once again. The strange structure in the gargoyle dungeon puzzled Zen. Everyone took their usual positions without communication, so Zen held his tongue. If the theme for the first ten floors was fantasy, the next ten floors were the labyrinth and maze. It was crawling full of undead creatures and Halloween-themed monsters specialising in debuffs and curses. “It’s here,” Sasha declared, and the girls leapt to the air even before Zen could understand what was happening. He was too distracted by the piercing shriek in his ears until he heard the sound of… raining bones?

Much less attempt to actually enter into it. Even for them, who were regarded as the most brave among the werewolves could actually feel intense fear as their instincts screamed at them to flee and avoid this darkness, this kind of danger was something far beyond their abilities to defend, much less fight against. "Yael’s idea isn't bad at all, princess." Dalton agreed. He is already having a bad feeling about this. He had research about the Zavion dungeon of doom, when Miguel mentioned it to him. It was a massive underground structure, almost like an endless void that there was no way to know which way was where if you were an outsider.

“Take her to my dungeon. The cold pit. Lock her where the dead fear to go.” The warriors saluted and dragged her away, her mangled form screaming silent sobs. That dungeon was legendary—submerged in icy water that numbed the limbs and pierced the bones, with a slow-turning wheel of jagged wooden spikes that tore into flesh with every movement. No one survived that place sane. Watching them go, Damian exhaled deeply, then turned to Lucian who was now standing beside him, sword still in hand. “Gather the elders,” he said coldly. “Ten minutes. I want this over with.”

"To an era of darkness and despair." Helen extends her hand, her fingers crackling with dark energy, and the air practically hums with malevolent power. "To an era of absolute control and unending power," she intones, her tone rich with anticipation. As their hands meet, a malevolent laugh spills from their lips, sealing their sinister pact in a chilling symphony of maleficent ambition. The duo's laughter reverberates through the dungeon, a chilling symphony of maleficent ambition. Little do they know, forces of light may yet rise to challenge their dominion, and the battle for the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

He knew something. And whatever it was… I would uncover it. But first, I would secure everything within my control. I walked through the castle, my mind consumed with thoughts of the past and the future. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on my shoulders, yet I welcomed it. I was born for this—to protect my pack, my mate, and all that I held dear. As I reached the main hall, I found Amara waiting for me, her gaze filled with concern. “Kael… what happened down in the dungeons?” she asked softly.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.