Novel & Cerita Lord Of Dungeon

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

He climbs to a very top spiky mountain and stood looking at a large mountain dungeon. "I have found it, I have found the Dungeon where the dark lord forces are sealed with the eight-headed dragon. He walks to the center of the mountain covered in a stone pattern of a maze. He walks to a circle pattern similar to a magic circle and suddenly information entered into him. He began to see the battles that occurred in the Elves kingdom. "So they manage to kill one of my shape-shifting clones. i didn't lose too. I was able to collect magic to revive my youth though I lost the commanding Vondor. To create a clone of my image. I need a Vondors water magic powers.

The city is back to its normal condition, no rising war; everybody is just doing their thing, but, a dice of death is thrown into the air, the ring leader knows it will definitely land with its head. The dungeon is not a place of peace, it is filled with torment. The ring leader has faced hell with the little time he spent in the dungeon. The werewolf knows that putting a person in the dungeon is the deepest punishment he could face.

his voice was trembling and his obnoxious grin was finally gone. “You will need to give me more than that if you don’t want to be suffocated by fire within the next seconds!” I yelled, my fire increasing with the volume of my voice. “The Cathedral, from there… there is a way into his manor from the hidden cata-catacombs.” “Where are the others?” I punched his face once again “I-I don’t know… Lord Darion is in London most of the time. But I ha-have no idea where his hideout is… no-no one knows,” he spilled his words combined with a trail of blood.

Not because he wanted to—but because he had no choice. And today was the deadline. Everyone knew one thing about Lord Asher: he never gave extra time. Not a day. Not an hour. He was wealthy beyond measure. A lord who ruled without a crown. A name people never spoke twice. They called him the Golden-Eyed Demon—because when anger touched him, his eyes burned gold, cold and deadly. Many had died for less. Edric swallowed. He had thought of borrowing from neighboring kingdoms to pay him back. Owing them felt safer than owing this man.

To test the waters, he added, “Hmm… Guang, do you know anything about Demon Lord? I strongly feel that BlackJack is going on wrong direction, that Crown… Doctor is not the Demon Lord.” Guang Long laughed, “Since when did Moon Cheol become this muddleheaded? Dr. Wang is obviously not the Demon Lord but, the Chief of the Lion’s clan.” “You mean their strategist?” Guang Long was shocked to see his father’s knowledge about the underworld and nodded. “Then who is this Demon Lord? Was he really not related to the Lion? Have you seen his face? and most importantly, is he alive?” old man Zhou asked. By that being asked, Guang Long turned serious, “He is alive… He came to meet me when I was caught fo

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

The Crown of The Dead, made out of the bones of his ancestors, sat heavily upon his spider-silk hair, the gray ash of his skin making his eyes into a stormy abyss. The sky darkened outside my curtains, and I knew it was his displeasure that made it so. Here was not my godfather but Lord Ingálvur Nam-Tar of the In-Between, Drow Lord of the Dead and Dying, One of the Six Swords of The Court of Moon and Shadow, and Sacred Culler of the Mortal Realm From Infinite Death's Corridor. And he was not to be fucked with.

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.