Infinite Dungeon Corridor Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 20 — A DESPERATE MOTHER Arianna’s POV The dungeon corridor smelled of damp stone and iron, the cold seeping into my bones the moment I stepped inside. The torches flickered along the walls, their light dancing across the rough surfaces, casting long, hungry shadows. Somewhere deeper, chains rattled faintly, echoing against the walls like a warning I couldn’t ignore.

I saw him going to a small unobvious door beside his table. He looked back at me and whispered, “Come on.” Though I was still confused and scared, I went to follow him. He started to unlock the door with a long rusty key. I started to feel terrified when he opened the door and a stinky smell of molds and rust welcomed us. I ducked as I entered the portal for the doorway was just about four feet low and a meter wide. It was so dark inside so I took my phone and turned on the flashlight. There were thick threads of spider web and the dust all over the place was irritating my nose. The dirt on the creaking floor was sandy, you could write doodles on it! The space was claustrophobic and I starte

she said. Jada hesitated for only half a minute, eyes darting between Zoe’s determined face and the dark hallway ahead, then nodded sharply. She pulled her wrist free and took the lead, moving quickly but quietly toward the deepest part of the dungeon, the bag of food and herbs swinging gently. Zoe followed close behind, silent as shadow, footsteps light, eyes scanning every shadow for movement. The wind howled once more behind them and somewhere below, River waited. Broken. Bleeding. And still breathing. The corridor narrowed, cells on either side empty or filled only with silence. At the very end, the last door on the left, iron bars thick and rusted, stood slightly ajar, a faint glow from

“You’re going to summon something if you keep that up.” We shuffle forward, the flame in my hand barely pushing back the shadows. My boots crunch over fallen debris—bits of plaster, old leaves, maybe bones—I’m not checking. The hallway narrows, then widens again as we step into a massive, domed corridor. A tall stone archway looms ahead, etched with vines and unfamiliar symbols that pulse faintly with light. Trixie dusts off her shoulder like she planned this route all along. “Told you I could get us here.”

I'm trapped, this is a trap, I'm going to fucking die here. "You like it?" Caelum asks casually, as we pass another sculpture watching me with dead eyes. "There's room for an army in here. A kingdom, even." I try to laugh, but it comes out thin and cracked. "A little much for one guy." A hum, he's amused. We turn a corner and I spot a corridor that seems to stretch forever. The ceiling curves overhead, painted with something celestial and strange. I don't want to walk down it. I don't want to see what's at the end. My feet drag, just slightly.

“Don’t speak here. I will try reading memories attached with this place as we proceed. So, just stay close to me and watch for dark magic and traps.” “Yes, ma’am!” Lily said with a salute loudly. Lola elbowed her, and she repeated her words, but in a low tone. Everything was black. No memory came from those corridors as I walked ahead. I created my butterflies and sent them around all the branches those corridors had. The corridors were in aesthetics of grey, navy blue and black, with white light emitting from the torches. The floor looked like a chessboard. “How long are these corridors? Do they have an end?” Lola said.

If it had been possible for his face muscles to help him smile, he probably would do it. The two finally arrived at the end of the corridor with sweets of all kinds. At the end was another corridor, which also had two shelves with other types of products. And this corridor also continued with another corridor and another corridor ... it was a real labyrinth of corridors, more than the palace of Knossos had, where the famous Minotaur lived for ages. You could get lost there, if there were no magic arrows that showed the way to the exit to anyone who seemed to get lost.

“You’ve got five minutes before someone upstairs goes, ‘Hey, why did sub‑basement west just open itself?’” We slipped through. The air in the sub‑basement was cooler. Drier. The hum of servers was louder here, a constant, low‑level thrum that made my teeth itch. Dominion’s heart. The corridor ahead branched left and right. Signs in crisp font: CORE SYSTEMS → PATCH OPERATIONS ←

Father would look down from heaven, or up from hell in awe, that I surpassed his fears and limitations. We got to the mouth of the dungeon, and turned of a big flashlight affixed to a hinge on the wall to brighten the dark corridor. The corridor was as quiet as a graveyard, except for the tapping of our shoes against the concrete floor. The dungeon could pass for a graveyard after all. Both humans and werewolves in their drones had been tortured to death by my skillful hands in the same room Iris was being held.