Novel & Cerita Hidden Dungeon Only I Can Enter

She crawls lower till she sees a hole by the entrance that was the secret entrance, holding no hesitation as the wounded delta pushed into space. From a normal perspective, the secret entrance had only looked like an illusion, probably old magic. ”Myra! Myra, where are you?” Draven roared and screamed in her mind as she let a calm voice extend to her mate. "I’m here, I’m not hurt, and I think I found something, but I can’t explain it to you; I will check it out." "Wait for me." Draven urged,

No way the auction was happening here. As expected— Nathan led her deeper into the club through a narrow corridor. The further they walked, the dimmer the lighting became. The atmosphere turned increasingly uncomfortable. After several turns, they finally reached the very end of the hallway. Nathan crouched down and tapped lightly against the floor. Knock. Knock. Hollow. Dakota’s eyes narrowed slightly. A hidden entrance? Seconds later, the floor shifted open mechanically, revealing a narrow underground passage just large enough for a person to enter.

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.

Something that made my heart beat a little faster, as if I were the first to explore this forgotten maze. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of wandering, my eyes caught a glimmer of movement. A narrow passage to the right. I had missed it at first, tucked away behind a towering suit of armor, but now it beckoned me with a strange pull. The corridor was barely wide enough for one person, its stone walls cold and rough. I couldn’t tell if the passage was ancient or simply unused, but it seemed to whisper to me, urging me forward.

“Has he been around living humans?” “Not that I’m aware of. His basement is off limits for workers and volunteers since Gina started bringing kids in, security keeps visitors away and the access to the tunnels is blocked with an iron door only a couple of us have the key to.” “Blocked to living humans, not to entities.” Brett twisted his mouth in a doubtful grimace. “I don’t think he ventures there. You see, there’s a really dark aggressive entity down there.” “Skippy,” I said, nodding. “The guy who attacks women. Investigators play the challenge of spending ten minutes down there in the dark. Seen several videos about that.”

The King’s POV We walked into the secret dungeon, my dungeon. Hidden beneath the palace, carved into the earth with spells and steel, this place was built by my own hands, forged in secrecy. No one else in the kingdom knew of its existence except for Joe, my most trusted beta. Not even my sons. Not even the Council. The thick iron door groaned as Joe unlocked it, the screech of metal slicing through the silence like a blade. The stench hit immediately—damp stone, rusted chains, and the bitter scent of decay. But I’d grown used to it. It smelled like betrayal.

Dani had been crouched down, staring at the drawing she had made on the clipboard, but now she stood up and stretched her legs, staring north and west in the direction of the compound. "There are catacombs underneath the manor. Harding knows about the most obvious part of them because the dungeon and torture chamber that he uses is part of the entrance from the main house into the tunnels. However I do not believe he knows about the tunnels themselves. From what I saw when I lived there, and from the one time I escaped very early in my stay at the manor through the catacomb tunnels and into the forest beyond, I don't believe that anyone living in the house- at least anyone in the family- kno

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.

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

Finally, the owner of Maxine’s old house decided to sell it back to her. And so, the first thing that Maxine did when she came back was to go to that old house. Maxine brought her necklace and her mother’s necklace which turned like a key. When they arrived inside, they looked for a locked door where they would use the key. The last owner said that there was an underground place in the house that they failed to open. They tried to smash the door, but none of it worked, so they just left it untouchable for many years. Hearing that, Maxine decided to visit the underground place together with Isaac.