Novel & Cerita Lesbian Dungeon

Sam asked as he sniffled, drawing much air into his lungs, "the stench of blood?” Which was what I was supposed to perceive. The dungeon was not a friendly, so why was I being fed a friendly scent? “Something lemony,” I muttered. Leo howled as the words left my lips and as if drawn by a force, I advanced further into the dungeon, only stopping when I heard the angry grunts. Leo jumped and howled as soon as stopped in front of the doctor who was kneeling with her hands bound behind her and a bag over her head but, her bondage didn't stop her as she tried to fight off the two men that were holding her down. 'Mate,' he howled

one lycan said. “Of course they were here. I was with them!” Lexi screamed back to the dumb lycan. Azrael seemed to notice Levi’s broken reaction so she pulled him in for a hug. And then finally, he burst out in tears. Azrael may not know much about werewolves, but she knows how much emotional damage heartbreaks can cause. “We went in through the vent. Check the vents. They are not far.” Lexi said. Azrael smiled. The fact that she fooled Lexi before she could fool her made her smile. She was not aware of the dungeon secret door. Lexi did not know of the plan B neither Levi. But Anna knows what to do. “Plan B initiated, Luna.” Anna replied on the other line.

The hybrid was harder to break than he thought. Iblis didn't like women riding over his head. So he built the dungeon and threw in a group of Lawless humans disfigured by the radiation of nuclear weapons to break and shatter the will of headstrong women who believed themselves above the status of being his mistresses. All the women he found annoying or grew sick of ended up there. It was how he used the dungeon.

[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.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

she gestured toward the distant church spites visible on the horizon. “Mestre Escuro thinks you can slip inside through the dungeon entrance beneath the cathedral. No guards, no traps– an easy way in for someone who is not… like us.” Lady Escuridade’s voice grew more intense as she spoke. “The Cathedral?” Amelia echoed. “What is in the dungeon?” Lady Escuridade’s expression darkened at the mention of the dungeons, her hands clenching into fists at her side. “Corrompido,” she said flatly her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They have been down there for years– tortured, starved, broken.” She paced across the watch tower platform, the tattered hem of h

It could only mean that the underground dungeon is more dangerous than the forbidden dungeon! They grabbed him at once but I stood in the midst. "Did you create that one too, my King?" I asked so seductively and he nodded with pride. "Yes, it's a dungeon full of deadly and hungry Lycans who will crush anything in one go." He said and I gasped in horror but maintained my composure.

All eyes turned to her, this strange pale woman with blood-red lips and glowing eyes. “Aldrian is not man. Nor wolf. He’s an abomination pulled from the underbelly of the ancient realms. He sacrificed his soul in a dark forest ritual. He’s bound to Florence, and through her, to the darkest dungeons sealed under the mortal crust.” “What dungeons?” Linna asked sharply. Kala’s gaze swept the hall, deadly and still. “The Dungeons of the Forgotten—sealed by the first Moon Queen millennia ago. The same dungeons that once housed the gods who defied balance. They’re opening.”

I smeared tilting my head toward her. The dungeon was embedded underground, just beneath the training ground. it was no place for an innocent soul like Jessica. I felt sorry for being the reason for her misfortune and problems. The dungeon was a maze of never ending tunnels and traps. It was one of the most isolated places on the clans territory and only the members of the alpha family and the high rank officials were allowed in and knew the place by heart as it was designed to trap the most dangerous and powerful shifters of all kinds.

My beloved is being sentenced to thirty days in the dungeon. I begged for her not to interrupt and anger the members of The Council. She is by far the most stubborn woman that I have ever known in both my mortal and immortal life. She does not fully grasp the severity of her situation; the dungeon is not a prison cell that these humans use to keep the bad apples of their society. It is, in fact, a very real dark hole in a castle in a secret location in Europe.