Hubo Sa Dilim Novels & Stories

Dilip Raghuvanshi had vanished. The storm clouds rumbled over Dilip’s head. He crawled through the dense trees into the methane lake and was swimming vigorously into the hot simmering liquid. He felt like a toad in boiling water and kept sinking to the bottom. He would rise with extreme effort with every inch of his will power, take deep breath and let sink again. He held his breath for fifty seconds, then, like a man on fire, jumped out of the bottom and fell flat on the shore. A diamond fell from the sky. Dilip mustered the last ounce of energy he had and rushed under a tree. He was sure the dwarf had heard him run. His thighs burned and he felt dizzy. With one last effort, he crossed the

[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.

Hugo replied as he also stared down at Leilani's drenched and miserable form. "Do that immediately." Pavo said and left. "Hey. We have to move it. One thing I like about you is that you are not heavy. Come on." Hugo said to Leilani as he picked her up and hung her over his shoulder. * * The dungeon was underground, dark and cold. There were many empty rooms making up the dungeon and Leilani was kept into one of them. Hugo threw her in, on the floor. He locked the gates and glanced back at her as she laid sprawled on the cold wet floor.

He was still there, acting as a GPS for the Damned. "He's telling us to go to the Hub," Elara said, her voice turning cold and determined. "The seeds are there. If we don't get them, the million people in the Spire will be eating algae until they starve." The Breach of Aurelian The Aurelian Hub appeared through the storm like a ribcage of silver and glass. Unlike the Needle City, it was horizontal—a sprawling complex partially buried under the ash. As they approached the main airlock, the ground began to vibrate.

Unknown. That wasn’t great. He took another step— Then stopped. “…wait.” The others paused immediately. “What?” Hayes asked. Riley looked around properly this time. No glow. No quiet presence. No Lumi. “…where’s Lumi?” There was a brief silence. Sofia checked. “Mine’s gone too.” Hayley looked around. “Yeah… same here.” Aria let out a small breath. “Dungeon restriction.” Hayes nodded. “No companions inside.”

"Grog, you know these tunnels better than anyone. Is there a choke point? Somewhere narrow where their machines can't maneuver?" Grog scratched his scarred, rat-like chin with a claw. "THE NEEDLE'S EYE," he rasped. "HALF A MILE NORTH. OLD SLUICE GATE. VERY TIGHT. BUT..." "But what?" "UNSTABLE," Grog hissed. "WALLS CRUMBLE. WATER DEEP." "Perfect," Jack said, a grim smile touching his lips. "Lead the way." They moved fast, abandoning stealth for speed. The rumbling behind them grew louder—a mechanical grinding sound that vibrated in their teeth. The "Diggers"—Valerius's subterranean assault vehicles—were closing in.

The delay had given the rest of the horde the time they needed. Five more massive, stitched together Husks hauled themselves out of the open shaft, completely blocking the tunnel ahead. Their bloated, chemically burned bodies dripped with liquid silver and freezing black water. Their synchronized, toxic green eyes locked onto Silas and me, completely cutting off our escape route back to the War Room. We were trapped in a narrow, dead end junction with an army of unkillable abominations. Silas stood in front of me, his chest heaving, his massive blade slick with green, necrotic sludge. The freezing aura of Valerius's dark magic was rapidly dropping the temperature in the tunnel, turning our b

one of them hisses, the excitement in his voice cutting through the silence. I remain silent, my mind working tirelessly on what will happen next. Sable, who doesn’t stop growling at me, is amplifying the work my mind has to accomplish. As we venture deeper into the underground, the atmosphere grows increasingly oppressive. Cobwebs cling to the stone walls, and the faint drip of water echoes in the distance. The four men and a woman, their grip unrelenting, show no sign of faltering. With a few more steps, we finally arrive at a windowless room. The room is a chamber of cold stone, stinky air and harsh shadows, devoid of any hint of luxury or comfort. Its only occupants are scampering rats o

I managed to say, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper, as Dante dusted his hands off. His brow knitted in confusion, sharp eyes narrowing. "What? Where?" I clicked on the computer, opened the camera feed, and zoomed in on the room where Silvio was confined. "Silas said he was here; he must be in danger. Silvio is in the basement. We need to save him," I urged, my voice trembling with urgency.