Lord Of Dungeon Novels & Stories

After that she excused herself knowing her, I knew she was going out to let out some screams. "And I am Alaric," another voice came after with his hand stretched, reluctantly I took the hand of the man behind who is now in front of me. His voice even deeper and his hands cold. His aura is even stranger than that of the Devil's. "I have heard a lot about you," his words took me by surprise. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the devil trying to stretch his hands too. "How about I show you around if somebody hasn't yet...sir?" I said to Alaric who smiled with only a single brow arched. Of the three men in front of me, he appears the strangest with his direct eye contact.

As we ate, so many people came for lunch too and even though I was so busy with the delicious grilled meat in front of me, I could hear some people keep taling about this specific topic. The duke's son is back. They said something about the young Lord of Vanle came upout of nowhere after a hundred years leaving without saying anything. Now this made me think back about what Declan say to Adam at the cave days ago. Lord Dawnbrook, he said. "Luca, who's the Duke's name?" I whispered it. I felt Declan and Finn halted from whatever they were doing. "The Duke? Julius Dawnbrook. I heard he is still ruling this land until now." He answered me calmly.

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

The consigliere—a thin, silver-haired man named Russo—watched me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. Halfway through the main course, a young soldier came to Dante's side and murmured something. Dante's expression didn't change. But his hand tightened on my leg. "What is it?" I asked. "Nothing. Stay here." He rose and left the room. I counted to ten. Then I followed. Dante was in the corridor outside, speaking in rapid Italian to a man I didn't recognize. I caught fragments—"Abate," "warehouse," "ambush"—before he noticed me and fell silent.

Entering the study and seeing familiar faces,Vador smiled. "The lord," They all bowed except Jadis.He responded by nodding. "And why is someone still seated looking annoyed?" Vador asked. Standing up forceful"My lord," she said. "Why are you all here?" "Lady Jadis informed us that a human vampire named Ava is living here," Lord jack replied. Lord over the southern empire and also lady Mary's father,he wanted Vador to marry his daughter but wasn't forceful about it. "That is so against the law dark lord," Lord Matthew replied. He's the human lord in charge of the western empire.

"You are not making sense mum, who is my father?" For the first time, the smile vanished from her face and was replaced by seriousness. "Thousand years ago, the Dragons were the most powerful creatures. In times of war as such, it was easy to gain dominance with their extreme strength. They defeated Kingdoms but resolved to caves, after having their victory. They also had their insatiable love for gold. Up to this day, the passion is still the same. During times of war, the strongest and fiercest Dragons were noticed and given the title, Dragons Lords. Your father was the only Dragon Lord of his time and to this day because no other Dragon was as strong as he was. Over time, he became the pr

The whole house was done by Liza, the exception being her room. Feeling clean and fresh after a very long bath, Serena walked downstairs to join her family for dinner. At the dining table sat her mother and brother, accompanied by her father, Jeremiah, at the head of the table. The way her mother and father loved each other was something almost every wolf hoped for, after all your mate is your other half, your soul mate. Her father smiled at her as her mother glared, pointing out the fact that she is again late for dinner and probably made them wait. Her mother was not a mean person it was just the fact that after dinner was the time her mother got to spend with her father. He was the beta s

GD's eyes directed on his front upon seeing the presence of humans inside the dungeon, looking directly at him. "So...it has been a long time, your highness." the elder man greeted him which only made GD's eyes squinted in anger at him. He acted to attack him but the constraints not only stopped him but also weakened him gradually. As if all his strengths were being sucked out from his body. "Quero." GD spatted in recognition. It had been indeed a very long time since he last saw this great leader of the rebel of the reptilian tribe from the war which took place years ago.

ARTHUR POV The cold, damp air of the dungeon greeted me as I descended the stone steps, the echoes of Chris's words still ringing in my ears: The rogues have been found. This place hadn't seen use in years, not since Elena's father, Alpha Damon, ruled the Moonlight Pack with an iron fist. He had this dungeon built to torture and kill those who dared to go against him, labeling any dissent as treason. The walls bore the weight of countless screams, the floor stained with the blood of those who had perished here. Damon's legacy lingered in the very stones, a chilling reminder of what power in the wrong hands could do.

It was the Lord of the Shroud, the High Council’s final butcher. "You have come to see the 'Mother,' Sun-Walker," the Shroud-Lord spoke, his voice sounding like the wet tearing of meat. "But in the One-Hundred-and-Thirteenth Layer, 'Mother' is just the Source-Material. The Loom is hungry, Darlene, and your 'Sovereignty' has made you the Richest Vein of Marrow we’ve seen in a thousand years. We aren't going to delete you; we’re going to Hook you into the Pump". He raised his sickle, and the indigo-black silk began to Engulf the Room.