Lord Of Dungeon Novels & Stories

Students from our old high school and university mingled, uncaring if they were even of legal age to drink as everyone had a red cup in their hand. My gaze searched for the one person I’d come here for, but I didn’t find him or even his friends. They were called the Lords. It was a cliché but not when you look at the families they each belonged to. Dante Morelli. Oliver Romano. Allister Hale. They were the kings of ELU, untouchable, feared, and worshipped in equal measure. Someone bumped into me. “Watch it!” The girl growled. I blinked at her back as she disappeared, my heart thudding in my chest at the unfamiliar setting I was in. For a moment, I wondered if I should just leave. Maybe anoth

Sergeant Miller roared on the deck. I was not idle either. Under pressure, the Dragon Lord talent began to break through. My perception range expanded to two miles, and I could now command five hundred tamed creatures at once. I stood on the reef, eyes closed, sensing every corner of Shallow Bay. Every fish, every crab, every jellyfish beneath the water was in my consciousness. They were like my fingers, ready to move at will. Captain White walked over. "Lord, everything is ready." "Any news from the Cult?"

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

“No, there’s no need. I already have my donation for this month.” “What?” Nya asked, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes shifted again from the dragon lord to her friend, who looked concerned at her confusion, and then back again. “What do you mean?” “I mean… I’ve accepted a donation from the kingdoms, one I will keep and train to be part of my forces until I have retrieved the Heart of Magic.” “Who are you talking about?” Alarm burned through Nya’s bloodstream as she finally began to realize the reason for his intense look. “I’m the only one you brought back.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------ New with V3 Now just in, the Demon Lord's lair has just been discovered by V1. The lair is located on the North East side of Aravorn near the Dwarf Kingdom Ralux. It's said that they have carved out paths to Eclipse and Katusha by way of an underground catacomb that is all connected to this huge mountain surrounded by other mountains that have been carved out by brimstone and the fires of Hell. This fortress with a never-ending stream of demons has been named Everburn by V1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

He took in a drag of his tobacco before puffing out in the air. "It seems your plan worked just perfectly. Now we know the man we are about to face and we know he is just as the rumours says," The man said. The Cave lord smirked. "The Death lord? His name is death and he gives death to anyone who croses his path. I can't wait to see how strong he really is. I have been training all my life for this day and Narlands will finally be conquered. "I do not think it would be advisable to take any drastic move," The man dressed in black said. The man dressed in black is name Duncan, he was older than the Cave lord.

The dungeon was cold, echoing with the anguished cries of those who had defied King Draven. A torch flickered on the stone wall, casting sharp shadows over Delilah’s bruised face. She was shackled to a post, her knees scraped and bleeding. Aurora stood nearby, her hands trembling as she clung to Draven’s arm. Kael and Elizabeth were locked in the adjoining cells, silent for once, their eyes avoiding Aurora’s gaze. Draven stood tall, his piercing crimson eyes narrowed on Delilah. "Tell me why Aurora has no wolf," he demanded, his voice cold, commanding, and echoing with authority.

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

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.

Chaos felt a bit weirded out, he didn't know what to do. Should he kick the dungeon core? No… he just hugged it, so he shouldn't be this rude against it now that he showed it affection before. Perhaps because of this affection, it grew attached to him. "See? My lord, it is your son! A little lord!" said Belphegor. "A little lord…" said Chaos, petting the Dungeon Core. "Little… Lord…" said the Dungeon Core, it seemed to be slowly learning words. Chaos sighed as he considered simply let it be.