Fated Darkest Dungeon Novels & Stories

“If those doors show what could happen…” My voice hardened. “Then the first two are not acceptable.” And I walked toward the third door. The last door stood apart from the others. Its frame was not wood or stone. It was something darker. Black like polished obsidian, swallowing the moonlight around it. Even the air felt wrong near it. Heavy. Cold. Like standing beside a grave. Still, I stepped closer. The vision opened. Maxwell’s dungeon. The same cursed place from the other futures. But this time the moment changed.

We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness. Downstairs there are 5 more floors, all dedicated to our organization and it is our operations center, at first glance the mansion itself is my home, and as we descend I see several of my men go up or down, they all sto

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

Amelia said cheering me up. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it going to be?” I asks. “Well, we’ve never experienced it before but from what Caden’s mom said, it is the scariest rule ever. A lot of ladies eyeing Caden gets a chance to fight you for your position and it is a fight to death” She said making me sigh. “What are you guys up to?” Keith said as he and Caden walks in. “We are just leaving” I said as I drag Caden out of the room towards his office.

She just wanted prestige without all of the hard work that it required. This room looked like something one would find in a Hollywood vampire bedroom. Dark colors, shadows, and landscapes depicting a couple of Fae wars. It looked as dark and twisted as her soul did. “Oddly fitting,” Dante murmured. “Mhm. No wonder she never wanted anyone else to be able to come in here. It’s a neon sign.” I shook my head and sighed. “We need to find the safe. It’ll be cloaked, but we’ll be able to feel vibrations bounce off it. Take a deep breath and push your aura out,” I instructed.

It’s like I’m itching to sink my fangs into her and I don’t know why, blood bags are starting to taste like shit but it's better than going on a killing spree that would involve me having to clean up the mess. Half an hour goes by and my phone chimes with a notification from one of my hackers, “They found her” I scream towards Adrian who is half-baked from the nightmare brier, but as soon as he hears those words he snaps out of it and jumps up. “Where?” is all he says as I watch his massive black wings spread out from where they are tucked away inside his body, I want to roll my eyes but I hold back. “Ayriardiff but you’re not going to like exactly where” I reply. I take a big inhale and loo

Above all, it was a way to find myself. AARON Descending the cold and damp staircase that led to the dungeons, I couldn't help but tremble with anticipation. My beta, Max, came right behind, his sharp claws clicking on the stone steps. We were going to interrogate Wendell's brother, Alastor, and extract information about his treacherous plans for the wolf race. We entered the dungeons. I could hear Alastor's muffled screams coming from one of the cells. The smell of decay and despair hung heavily in the air, and I could barely see through the dimly lit corridors.

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.