Hestia Dungeon Novels & Stories

He simply said and Hestia went to find the door that would lead to the basement. After four doors, Hestia found the door that would lead towards the basement. From the entrance alone, one can feel the liveliness that is emanating from the people that were in there. It seemed like it was not only an auction that was going on in there. She walked down the stairs more, thankfully, the stairs were concrete so it would not make any unwanted sounds and catch the attention of the others who are already inside the basement. It is also a good thing that Hestia was wearing an all black outfit, it blends well with the dark surroundings of the basement and no one can easily notice her.

Then throw it across the room. Now Hestia is bare naked in my bed, and im still fully clothed. I wasted no time and crash down my lips against her pssy, how I missed tasting these amazing juices of her. I parted her folds using my tongue and she gasps. "HECATE!" Hestia gasps. [Eleanor] "FIND HESTIA AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!" I hissed at the head of my security. Fuck it! Hestia left and I don't fucking know where she is.

~~~~~~~ I've been standing outside the dungeon room for almost 15 minutes, contemplating if this is the right option. But this is also my only option, I roll my shoulders and push open the door, the dimly lit room comes into view, everything is as it was when I last visited. I step inside, the door closing behind me with a loud thud making me jump, I turn back at the door in fear. "I thought you would never enter" Hera casually stands with her back pressed to the door, "I was getting impatient so I thought to invite you in myself but than you entered yourself" She gives a toothy smile, I notice the dirt on them making me shudder.

Nidavellir was a planet that boasted of having all its cities underground; and Atlas was learning how far the underground network of this dwarven planet stretched. He was one who always confined himself to Reinlief's room whenever he came here, and seldom explored the planet; so this was a very fresh experience for him. The titan had his hood over his head once again as he and Reinlief made their way into the deeper sections of the underground cave. The tunnels were small, much like the one Atlas had used in getting to Reinlief, and both had to crawl through it. They sought Hephaestus's home, and they had been walking for over thirty minutes to complete their quest.

"Dana, go with her. I will secure the upper levels." Dana fell into step beside me as we descended the stairs. The air grew colder, damper. The smell of rot and waste grew stronger. The place became darker as we went deeper, Dana lit the torches as we went. The torches flickered on the walls, casting long shadows that danced like living things. The dungeon was beneath the ruin. Cells on either side, their doors rusted, their locks broken. Most were empty. The last one was not. A figure huddled in the corner. Thin. Gaunt. Her golden hair was matted, her gown torn, her bare feet black with dirt. She did not look up when I approached. She was shaking, whether from cold or hunger or fear, I coul

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

And the stars, watching them from above, burned a little brighter—because sass and fate had officially collided. And neither of them was ready for what came next. FINAL STOP: THE SILVER VEIN DUNGEON Location: Beneath the Weeping Mountains, carved in cursed stone and sealed for 900 years. They never meant to go this far. The path to the dungeon was a slit in the earth itself—hidden beneath a cracked moon altar, covered in dust and old blood. Kala and Khy stared down the spiral steps carved in obsidian, lit only by flickering runes that pulsed with cold magic.

I had never seen such a thing. “Semele,” he said. “I want you to see what has become of Hera.” He did not wait for an answer. He turned and walked, and after a moment’s hesitation my mother followed. They passed down the long colonnade, across the Plaza of Heroes, to the dungeon at the foot of Olympus, the same dungeon where my mother had been held. The iron door opened, and a wave of stench rolled out.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Ashley, feeling a sudden surge of nervousness, exchanged a glance with Thorian, sensing the imminent barrage of questions that awaited her. As this personal drama played out, a separate narrative unfolded in the hidden recesses of a mysterious dungeon. Cloaked in a veil, Thorian's mother stealthily entered the dimly lit space, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of unwanted observers. Assured of her solitude, she closed the dungeon door behind her, the echo of its closing resonating with a sense of secrecy.