Fated Darkest Dungeon Novels & Stories

Gently, he helps me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says and piggybacks me out of the chamber. We reach the dungeon soon after. It is a distance away from Helios’ chamber and is located under the surface of the Morningstar land. The dungeon is dark, cold and deprived of sunlight. It is a living hell down here. We pass a few cells where prisoners of war and rogues are bound to the cavern walls by metal cords. Hellish faces grin at us from the shadows even as others beg for us to free them.

I walked back over to the table and picked up the tray. Sitting on the mattress, I placed it down and wiped my teary eyes. He talked to me. I was glad but I wanted to extend it. Sighing, I forc ed down the pain in my throat and grabbed the glass of fruit juice. °°°° I was still reading the book when the door of my room cracked open. According to this book, the dark realm was the most beautiful planet, there was green all around, and many lives stayed there with dark creatures, everyone was holding power there but no one was stronger than The dark king in the entire universe. That's cool. It also tells that his mate would always be a human and will gain a particular gift after completing the

I felt darkness creep over my entire body, starting from my feet. Dietrick cowered in fear as I lifted off the ground, I no longer held him with my power, but he was frozen in place by his own fear. I pulled the letter opener from my chest and felt the dark magic that had taken over me close the wound. Glancing behind me at my mate, I noted that my wings were become streaked with black like Fen’s had been the first time I saw them. I reach a hand toward the hybrid and let my magic lift him from the ground to meet my eye.

Hope you like this... Happy reading🤗 Cindy's POV (6:30am the next day) My alarm blurred waking me up form my sleep. I switched it off and I stretched and got out of my bed, I noticed that my mom's bed was empty, meaning she's already in the mansion working. That woman is the last to sleep among all the maids and always the first to wake up. I entered the bathroom, brushed my teeth and freshened up for the day. I got out of the room closing the door behind me, I decided to check if Janet was already done.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

It was hard for me to accept that both of them plotted all of these. When the door of the dungeon opened, I moved backward, the stench of the ugly gutter lingered through my nose. Fear gripped me as I wondered who was walking inside, able to cast here into my soul. Somewhere In My heart, I wanted to be left alone. These are my dark days, the worst nightmare has come, and Alphonso has appeared once again to make my life a living hell. I wonder what he has said to the pack. It would have been better for him to reject me now than for me to pass through this hell, no matter what. I still wanted to be the only one who was to spend the rest of my life with him. But it wasn't possible, because deep

“He could have been executed immediately, but I chose that he spend the rest of his days down in the dark dungeons. That was mercy.” I’d heard of the dark dungeons before—I knew that anyone thrown in there never makes it out. It wasn’t like any dungeon in a werewolf pack. They called it The Pit for a reason. The castle had an underground pit designed for the worst offenders, a place of torment and…finality.

“Take them to the lowest floor. The dark cells. Don't give them any lights. Let them stew in the darkness rir a while so that they can lose sense of time down there.” A ripple went through the crowd at my command. Everyone knew what that meant. The lowest dungeons of the mansion were not made for comfort, nor for survival. Few who entered ever returned, and those who did bore scars both on body and mind. “Yes, Alpha,” Luca said, his voice like a vow.

Forfeit. The word rang like a death knell through the frigid vault of the Great Hall. Clara felt the world spin, the roaring fire-pits becoming a swirl of orange and black. The Labyrinth of Shadows was a mythical horror of the northern lands, an underground network of tunnels below the stronghold where sick, feral werewolves, whose minds had been lost to the silver madness, were imprisoned. The code for a legitimate, slow execution was to send a lone she-wolf into those dark depths. "No." Dominic growled, and the air itself seemed to turn into static with the hazardous, vibrating hiss.