Hidden Dungeon Novels & Stories

Redmaw setting snares to snap our bones. It’s Hazel who finally spots it. She crouches low, squinting at a jagged pile of rubble in the corner where moss has grown thick. “Here.” She digs her knife into the seam and scrapes. The moss peels away, revealing a metal edge, faint and rusted but undeniable. My chest tightens. There it is. The hidden door. It actually exists. We work together, clearing stone and dirt until the outline of a heavy iron hatch shows itself. My pulse roars. Hazel presses her ear to the metal.

She tries to make everything as real-looking as possible so she used a lot of magic. When the castle was built they build an underground tunnel connecting the horse stable and the castle. The tunnel was used for moon valley spy to come into the castle unseen. Not a lot of people know about this hidden tunnel. This tunnel and the horse stable are the same material as the castle. The red moon would melt it.

Liam asked sniffing the air for a distinctive smell which proved Leon's words of an underground prison, "I smell nothing," Leon however ignored his words and turned his gaze to Aslem, "Is he in here?," "Yes." He quickly replied, "Just below, the office is a secret dungeon where Jared hides the bodies of his victims," "I'm certain dreymon also hides in there," He muttered to himself. He hadn't noticed the dungeon until now. However thanks to Asher's faint smell of blood he could sense his presence beneath the office. It also explained why dreymon's aura was like a ghost. Undetectable by him. The fucker had kept his presence hidden in the dungeon the whole time.

My gaze instantly fell at the cupboard, there was indeed only one way to seek the truth. So, I clicked open the hidden door and accessed the special dungeon adjacent to my room. It was my dad’s arrangement to imprison dangerous criminals, which I updated with the modern technology. The tunnel leading to the cell was oddly silent, my steps rushed towards the end to see what was going on there. “Evelyn?” It was stupid enough to expect that she would respond to me, but why couldn’t I hear her heartbeat? The Hunter Harold was also with her, then why was there no sign of life? I pulled the lever and that was when the slap of reality hit me hard.

Harnum's eyes continued to circle around the place which looked like a cave. 'It's like a cave. Is it possible that there is a cave in a place like this?' Harnum thought. Harnum slowly pushed the stone which he thought was the door. And it turned out that it was really a cave door in the shape of a stone. Harnum slowly entered the cave. 'This is like an underground base or dungeon, like Al's dungeon in the old house,' thought Harnum. Harnum remembered the dungeon in the old house in Indonesia, which he accidentally entered Albern and Rully when they were punishing Monica.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

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.

“I’ll just rinse off and change into something else.” Felix didn’t suspect a thing. “Good idea.” Once she’d rounded the corner and slipped out of sight, Lydia kicked off her heels and stepped barefoot onto the cool marble staircase. The upper floor was dim, just a few wall sconces casting a muted amber glow. The party was centered outside and downstairs—the rooms up here were supposed to be off-limits. But down the hall, the third door on the right leaked a sliver of light through the crack. It wasn’t bright, but against the otherwise dark corridor, it stood out sharply. Lydia tightened her hold on her phone, padding silently toward it.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

There's something about this place that sends shivers down my spine, a feeling of dread that I can't quite shake. "What do you think these are?" Arnold asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he examines the pillars. "I'm not sure," I reply, my voice low with uncertainty. "But there's only one way to find out." With that, we begin to search the area, our movements fast and methodical as we check each pillar for any signs of hidden entrances. It doesn't take long before we stumble upon a hidden trap door concealed beneath one of the pillars. "I think I found something." Arnold says, excitement creeping into his voice as he gestures towards the door.