Inside Dungeon Bran Castle Novels & Stories

"I'm Bran, by the way. Drogo's right-hand man. Come with me." I hesitate but force my feet to take a step and then another. I clutch the jacket around me tighter as we enter an elevator. "First time?" I blink at him. Is it talking about being out of my pack the first time? Or the elevator? "I hope the elevator isn't scary." Why is he so nice? I shake my head in response, lowering my gaze. I follow Bran to what seems like the top floor of the building. He stops at the last room and opens the door.

My heart drumming against my ribs, I scuttled across several other passages of the castle, climbed down another fleet of stairs with no rails and entered the underground. The air of the underground was damp and heavy, filled with the faint smell of mold and metal. Shadows danced along the stone walls as dim torches flickered in their iron sconces. I pressed myself into the darkness, staying close to the wall. The dungeon was just ahead, and my heart raced with each step I took closer to it. Finally, I reached the narrow entrance to the dungeon. Two guards stood at their posts, their eyes half-lidded with boredom. They were Lycans, their heightened senses making them impossible to sneak past—

With a shared glance, we stride forward, venturing into the dimly lit corridors where the air is heavy with the scent of dampness and the whispers of forgotten tales. Descending into the dungeon was akin to delving into the belly of the castle's history, where the very stones seemed to hold the weight of forgotten tales and concealed secrets. The journey unfolded with each step down a spiraling stone staircase, dimly lit torches sporadically lining the way. "Time is of the essence, my lord," Allan responds, his countenance etched with concern. "The answers we seek lie within the shadows of the dungeon. The fate of the kingdom hangs in the balance, and we cannot afford the luxury of ignorance

Lifting a hand, I motioned for the others to stop as I continued to let my eyes take in the area. I had always known that Doragon were more primitive than other packs, but I hadn’t expected it to be to this extent. Up ahead was a large black castle with flags that rose into the sky the color of blood. Stakes with what I assumed were the heads of their enemies were scattered around the grounds. Some of which still seemed to be fresh, while others were in different forms of decay. The whole thing was encased by a large metal gate with sharp spikes, ensuring that no one could escape and, even more importantly, that no one could get in. It seemed that infiltrating the area was going to be more d

He grabs the white robe and slides it over his slim figure thus protecting his slim and toned nudeness from the public eye. The masonry boy wonders his way over to the cracked door. He opens it fully and then shuts the door behind him once he steps outside. There are two halls among the undercroft of the castle, one that leads to the kitchen and grand hall while the other leads to outside near the husbandry. On the right side of the hall, where the end of the hallway is a door that leads to the outside courtyard area, a lamp is lit. Robin looks at the light in a curious manner and makes his way over to it. It takes a little over five minutes of walking the glorified tunnel before he makes it

He then casted looks at the different direction that stood as options to them from where they stood trying to pinpoint the exact one that leads to this special dungeon. "This way…" he finally picked a direction and started towards the special cell. The girls hurried after him without much words. Mr James and the girls meandered their way to Alpha Magnus's special dungeon hiding, ducking and dodging behind any available obstacles the moment they hear the footsteps of a guard or anyone at all. Finally they got to the special dungeon. "Over there…that must be it." Mr James confirmed. "Finally…" Brenda muttered as her gaze focused on the dungeon's entrance. "Liam…Your stubborn but darling siste

There is a little crossing with three pathways branching off of it, the dark corridors illuminated only by torches. He explains that the dungeons are to the right, the private library is straight on ahead and the 'prized possession' room would be left. There is an unlit torch lying against the wall. He takes it, lights it, and then leads me down the left pathway. It is a little unnerving being down in the base level of the castle, where I'd never dared venture before. It is dark, cobwebs lining the ceilings and pesky rats crawling through holes in the stone walls. I wonder if Prince Edmund has any prisoners

She knows that the tangled web of deceit and manipulation in the castle is far from over, and she intends to use it to her advantage. Meagia begins whispering to herself. “This castle is filled with fools and liars. Let them play their games. I'll find a way out of here and take control of my own destiny.” The dungeon, with its secrets and simmering tensions, remains a place where alliances shift like shadows, and Meagia is determined to navigate the treacherous terrain to secure her own freedom and justice.

“There is a door in the back o the cellar. It is hidden by broken barrels that look too broke ta be mended. I thought to try ta make a bed o them and found a door.” “Where do the tunnels go?” “All over the inside and three passages lead ta the outside. One here behind the bushes, one high in the cliffs over the sea, and the other I can sometimes get out but sometimes is full o water.” Fann’s men were all looking at one another. Eleanor couldn’t tell what emotion was on their faces. “There is a tunnel from the bush into my castle?” “Aye M’Laird.”

He doesn't move. "This will only hurt for a second." He murmurs against your skin before you feel his fangs dig deep into your neck. - Somewhere in an old untouched chamber, located at the east wing of the castle, Dyan rests a hand on a surface of a door and pushes it open. An instant wave of noxious smell from a body left to rot attacks his nostrils. As he steadies himself with a few calm breaths, subtly pinching the bridge of his nose as he gestures the men behind in to get in.