Hestia Dungeon Novels & Stories

A femal voice makes me jump and slam the fridge shut, turning to see a slightly older woman in a black uniform. “You didn’t need to do that. I-” I cut myself off, “I’m sorry, who are you?” “My name is Hestia,” The woman smiles, “Your new best friend. Would you like a proper tour?” I chew on my lip as I process her words, “My new best friend?” “Yes ma’am,” Hestia nods, shifting her weight onto her right leg, “Master Daniels has entrusted me with your wellbeing. I can cook and tell you anything you’d like to know.”

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

She had felt her chest had tightened and she could not breathe freely for a while, frightened she be thrown over the cliff for trespassing. “Siegfried, you escort the girl and her goat down the narrow passage. It’s a short cut to down the hillside.” Helia ordered. The owner of the garden and the caverns was imperative. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll do it.” Siegfried followed its mistress’s wishes. He staggered towards the kip beside the dead-end wall of the kitchen. It pulled a string hanging across. A door slid open and revealed a staircase leading to the secret cavity below the kitchen cavern. Maria now had known how they had carried her to the upper chamber.

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

Not quite a question. "The dungeon has a probability anchor point below chamber six," Kael said. "Hale identified it from compass behavior during the sweep, the floor movement was a field response, and the dungeon reacted to protect me the same way the ceiling, the library shelf, and the gravel at the duel had reacted. The same pattern, larger scale." Lyra opened her book without looking at the page. "The anchor point is below a collapsed chamber," she said. "Yes," Kael said. "And you are going back," she said.

She wore a simple, charcoal-grey suit and carried a small, pulsating amber cube. ​"Alpha Rhea. Apex Elias," the woman said. Her voice was calm, but it lacked the artificial warmth of Chancellor Valerius. "I am Hestia. I am not here for an audit, a harvest, or a treaty. I am here to deliver a 'Notice of Obsolescence.'" ​"More Council riddles?" Rhea asked, her hand dropping to the hilt of her dagger.

"Hi there, Darling! Could you explain the difference between the training zones for us?" The Dark Elf pauses. Deep purple eyes sweep over me, then over Arlo. Her gaze briefly catches on the silver Freshman badges pinned to our jackets. This is Vera. And she immediately recognizes us. We are the two gate-crashing rookies who just caused a massive earthquake on the forums and pissed off the War God. Vera's eyes narrow slightly. I clearly don't look like a terrifying Death God to her. I look like a smiling, pint-sized scammer. "The Free Zone is on basement level one," Vera says, her voice chillingly efficient, like she'd rather shoot me than speak to me. "It has basic physical conditioning equi

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

"Once I am done here, I will make sure to make everything up to you. I promise!" Hestia unpacked after making sure that there were no longer any cameras in the room and just like what Mrs. Charter said, a maid truly did bring a tray of food for her. She thanked her and brought the tray to the small balcony next to her bedroom. From there, she had a good view of the lawn, where several of the materials to be used for the upcoming party were placed for a while. Whatever this party was all about, she would use that chance to stir chaos. She enjoyed her lunch and had her first bite of her dessert. However, her peaceful alone time came to an abrupt end when Venice suddenly appeared right before h

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.