Hestia Dungeon Novels & Stories

“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.”

No sound from below could carry to the main house except through the open door. The basement was outfitted in silver down to the coating on the walls and floor. Riley had already laid out the tools of our trade along a worktable opposite the cell holding the vile creature she had captured. He snarled at me through the bars as I considered which tools to start with. I chuckled darkly, their snarls may be intimidating to others, but I knew he was trying to save himself from what was coming. “Tell me your name.” I spoke, my back still turned to him as I considered an iron brand coated in silver.

Kael growled. He pushed himself off the railing. He stumbled but caught himself. The drive to find his son was a more potent fuel than adrenaline. We descended the stairs. The lower levels of the fortress were in chaos. The explosion and the gunfire had sent the remaining guards into a panic. We could hear shouting and the heavy thud of boots echoing from the barracks down the hall. "The dungeon is two levels down," I whispered. "We have to go through the main corridor." " Let them come," Kael said. He flexed his hands. His claws extended. They were black and serrated. Even in human form he was lethal.

she said. Jada hesitated for only half a minute, eyes darting between Zoe’s determined face and the dark hallway ahead, then nodded sharply. She pulled her wrist free and took the lead, moving quickly but quietly toward the deepest part of the dungeon, the bag of food and herbs swinging gently. Zoe followed close behind, silent as shadow, footsteps light, eyes scanning every shadow for movement. The wind howled once more behind them and somewhere below, River waited. Broken. Bleeding. And still breathing. The corridor narrowed, cells on either side empty or filled only with silence. At the very end, the last door on the left, iron bars thick and rusted, stood slightly ajar, a faint glow from

"You jumped because you knew I'd follow. You wanted to see if I'd choose the abyss for you." We reached the wine cellar—a vaulted stone room filled with dust-covered bottles and a single, ancient-looking computer terminal hidden behind a false rack. Dante slumped into the chair, his fingers flying across the keys with a frantic, rhythmic pace. The screen flickered to life, showing a wireframe map of the city. "The Heir isn't in the Tower," Dante muttered, his brow furrowed. "She's not in the grid at all. She's decentralized. She's moved the core into the Ghost units."

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

' I said instead. Hector led me back to the pantry. He shifted back to human form. I did as well, both of us tugging on pairs of shorts provided by my men. He tapped in a ten-digit code from memory, and the hatch opened. "I'm not going to let you trap me down there," I said when he stood to the side. "You go down first." Hector led the way down into the dungeons. Overhead halogens were the only thing that told me we hadn't stepped into another century. "Lucia?" I called.

Heian said, pertained to the warriors using sand magic. “There was no available information from Ebryae,” Blythe sighed, “We are grateful the winter city of the Empire remains untouched. Esdras’ power has not reached there yet.” Airoh nodded. He also reported their findings in Cerrathien. They experienced the same dilemma, killing few Soul Stealers to advance. “I think I know where the queen is, although I’m not sure yet. But I bet this is the thing Zenus tried to uncover.” Harewyn said.

they both shouted, and Hera had to exercise a lot of self-restraint to keep herself from putting down her body, especially on this occasion, and made these little shits realize whose line was they crossing from. When the wind finally brushed off the smoke, Hera found herself staring at a stair descending deeper on the underground. It was twisting and turning, with no rails, and with the steps being actually made of glass that it was a lot of risk standing straight on it, let alone keep it from shattering to pieces with their weights. “Is this safe?” said Hera, looking down on it, trying to determine its depth. “There’s no way to find out.” Sheels took a deep breath. “But I’m sure they had to

Her eyes widened as if a light bulb had went on in her brain. "Ohh! That reminds me, your name. I hadn't asked" " Hayley" "Alright Hayley, let's go then." I followed her out of the room, and we headed downstairs, towards the living room. They all sat. Zeus sat on a throne-like couch in the middle of the room, Hera sat beside him. The rest sat at both sides. I watched as Poseidon's gaze snapped in my direction.