Hestia Dungeon Novels & Stories

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

Entering the dungeon my nose wrinkles at the smell of blood , sweat and faeces , walking further into the building we get to the last door . The door and cell is infused with silver for extra protection . Haggen opens the door and steps back allowing myself and Orion to enter , chained to the back wall the rogue looks up and smirks . “ Ah , the tiny queen . To what do I owe this visit ?” he says with a snarl . I just look at the pathetic man chained to the wall , it's clear he's had a decent beating as there are still marks not healed . “ What is your name ? and who are you working with ?” I say with no emotions showing on my face .

Hector wasn’t up there. Creeping up the stairs, Ashley resisted the urge to run. She focused on her breathing and where she was going. The space was small, the air stale. The smell from the dungeon only added a putrid stench to the space. She thought she’d become immune to that smell. But no such luck. It still made her nauseous. At the top of the stairs. Ashley moved around a corner and saw the second set of stairs and moved towards it, but stopped as she heard Hector’s muttering coming from the top of this new set of stairs. A dim light filtered down from the room. Stepping back in fear, Ashley bumped into a wall that gave a little under her weight. She turned to find an unrecognizable doo

Hines asked, handing her bag off to one of the mist monsters who was presently in his full-bodied form. Asteria looked around. The furnishings were similar to the way they were the last time she’d been here. Plenty of red velvet cushioned seating, baroque end stands and tables, gold candelabras, chandeliers dripping of wax. “The new ones. What did you do with them?’ “They’re downstairs, in the… holding area.” “Do you mean the dungeon?” she asked, turning to face him, her eyes wide. “Yes. We wanted to make sure they stayed here.” His smile was off-putting to say the least.

I would create a world where no wolf had to beg for meat or fear the lash of a silver whip. And I would never, ever let the South, or Rhys dictate the terms of my life again. The heavy thud of the door bolt sliding back made my ears twitch in the darkness. A sliver of light from the corridor spilled in, followed by the familiar, brisk scent of dried herbs and old parchment. Hestia stepped inside, pausing as her eyes adjusted to the wreckage I had made of the furniture. "Goddess, child, you’re sitting here in a tomb," she murmured. She struck a flint, the orange glow of a single candle flickering to life on the wall.

VAEGON It took us forever going down several twisted tunnels and stairs before we made it to a massive door that leads to the dungeons. We must be several levels underground, at least eight from the amount of stairs we went down. Xachariah unlocks the massive door and pushes it open. Then he ushers me inside and growls when Cassius’s scent wafts towards us. “We don’t use the dungeons that often. Cassius is the only one down here right now. So it shouldn’t be hard for you to find him. He’s towards the end, is all I know,” Xachariah says, pointing in the direction I needed to go.

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

I began singing inwardly. “Goddess damn it, Lucy. After all this, I’m never letting you drink wine or take drugs ever again. I’ll force my way out of I have to.” Hestia rounded another bend and opened a door, finding a supply closet full of cleaning agents and tools. “Here. At least the chemical smell should help hide us.” She sighed.

“That southern road is wide enough for a full battery of rams and towers.” Eolan stayed silent, leaning against a pillar in the shadows. His gaze swept the room—no one seemed to notice him, yet a prickling sensation crawled at the back of his neck. The northern heir entered then, trading her battle armor for a fur-lined mantle that brushed her boots. Snow crystals glittered in her copper hair. She moved to the table without ceremony, placing both hands on the wood. “We have less than one night to prepare. Archers on every wall. Oil heated and ready to pour. Reinforce the lower gates—they’ll aim for those first. I want scouts on the cliffs for any climbing parties.”

“Would either of you mind telling me where I am?” “Dark Moon pack territory, in Mercius.” Lucas answered. “Mercius? I’ve never heard of it. How far away from Zodia are we?” “Zodia?” Selene snorted. “Lucas, I think he’s knocked the sense out of himself or something, nothing he says makes any sense.” I was beginning to become irritated at the lack of useful information from the pair. The more my irritation rose, the worse the itching in my gums became. I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home.