Hestia Dungeon Novels & Stories

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

Her voice sounded like dry leaves dancing on pavement. Lyra froze, her hand flying to the hunting knife at her belt. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" The old woman finally looked up. Her eyes weren't brown or blue. They were the same deep amber as Lyra’s, but they were clouded with age. "I am Hestia. I have been sitting in this cave for forty years, waiting for a Silver Omega to walk through that door. I thought your father had ended the line when he sold you to that monster in the city."

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 drank until the flask was empty, gasping as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Good," Hestia whispered, reaching into her cloak to produce a piece of hard, dry travel bread. "Now eat. Slowly. You’re going to need your strength. The storm will break, and when the sun finally touches this Citadel, I want you ready to face the man who turned that key."

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.