Hidden Dungeon Novels & Stories

No doubt they were rejoicing at her upcoming nuptials and were secretly elated she was to be married to a beast with all the finesse of a barnyard animal. By the glow of the dying coals in the furnace, Fallon made out his sleeping form. Souniro. Even his name sounded exotic. He was lying on his back, the blanket pulled down to his waist. He was every bit as muscular as she imagined him to be, and for a moment she contemplated mounting him right where he lay.

The air beyond the brass Spires did not just grow cold; it turned to pure, razor-sharp ice that smelled of old sulfur and wet coal. As we stepped off the final mechanical bridge, the ancient, golden-runed clockwork of the Sunken Epoch abruptly vanished. It was replaced by a massive, hollow cavern of jagged, raw obsidian—a subterranean abyss known to the oldest northern clans as the Obsidian Maw. Here, the tectonic plates of the Western Rift ground together in absolute darkness, creating deep, vertical fissures that hissed with pressurized, boiling steam from the molten core below.

She asked. "Just trust me." Roman sounded happy and she felt his giddiness through their touch. Finally, they came into a small clearing and approached an old house. The paint was extremely faded and strands of spirogyra seemed to be crawling around the base of the house. The handrails were rusty and one of the weak wooden stairs to the porch was broken. "Rome...?" Heidi looked at the bungalow with some sort of doubt. "It's fine. I found it some days ago and nobody uses it. I just thought we could come here where nobody can disturb us."

I stopped abruptly, realizing he had stopped walking which was too late because I ended up bumping into him. He pressed a button, revealing an elevator. As the door slowly moved apart, he turned to look at me. “They live here.” He responded, right before he nudged me into the elevator. “Don’t you think outdoor will be more suitable for the project? I just think it’s befitting for the dragon to be in close proximity with nature…” I rumbled on, my voice quivering slightly. I’m so nervous that my palms are starting to become sweaty which makes holding the egg a difficult task as my palm becomes slippery around it.

The chamber shook with the impact. For one impossible second, everything held. Then the seam beneath the beast’s throat split open in a spray of red-black light—and from inside it poured not blood, but voices. The hound staggered, screaming with the sound of girls finally being heard. And deep under my hand, the foundation opened one layer further to reveal a final chamber the sanctuary had been hiding from us all.

My eyes kept flicking to the window as the terrain shifted beneath us – lush forests becoming jagged foothills, then barren, snow-dusted ridges that looked like the edge of the world. The coordinates led to a clearing just past a decaying cabin, camouflaged beneath layers of stone and pine. It wasn’t a house. It was a vault – sunken, hidden, fortified. The keypad was still active. Damien inputted the sequence from the journal. There was a faint hiss of air, then the slab of steel groaned open. I didn’t move. My stomach churned the closer I got. Cold sweat beaded at the back of my neck. There was no logical reason, no memory to explain it – but the dread rooted deep in my bones.

While looking at every room in the manor, he discovered a secret passage hidden behind a large statue. "What in the world is this?" Theodore exclaimed when he heard a clicking sound after he leaned on the statue. The secret passage way leads to a stair descending underneath the manor. There torches placed in each sides of the wall, but he was not certain if they would still work so he went back to get his flashlight. As descent further, Theodore can feel the temperature getting colder. "Oh my God." The underground section of the house is a medieval dungeon with five cells, and a torture section. He can see all kinds of medieval torture device, and a torture table. The smell is dump and putri

“If the boys are done with their emotional breakdowns, I have news.” They both glared at her. She smirked. “There’s a hidden entrance.” Alexander straightened. “Where?” “The lower cliffside,” she said, pointing beneath the fortress. “There’s a tunnel. Old drainage system. Abandoned—mostly.” Elias narrowed his eyes. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?” “Because,” Sable said, stepping closer and tapping Alexander’s injured side, “You two idiots were too busy trying to punch each other.” Alexander hissed in pain and pushed her hand away.

on my light pink gown. Who cared anyway, Well, a lot of people care about it, but I didn't, I was too awesome for that. The forest came into clear, to revealed a small circle patch without trees looming over it, stood a house. Wooden, light brown, matching the color of dry ground below it, it stood tall but barely there. I inhaled, gathered all my courage and stepped closer to the house, my guards long gone. They didn't know the way to the small shabby house of the warrior. A house where i would knock at soon. I raised my hand to knock on the cracked old wooden door. "Who are you looking for?" A deep rough voice startled me. I almost jumped three feet in the air. I turned slowly to

Zane grimaced with the warning for he wanted to get some action to blow up some steams. When he was there, Zack came across something as he was looking around the northern part of the forest. The place was hidden from the naked eye if one hadn’t been looking closely. There, Zack noticed a cave as its opening was covered with vines. He sniffed the air, trying to find any scent that might tell if the cave had been occupied or not. To his delight, Zack didn’t smell any for it was not being habituated by other animals. He decided to conquer the cave that Zack would turn into his sanctuary for the day—or permanently.