Man Eating Dungeon Novels & Stories

I look into the window and muttered, “The man has some similarity with Cat. Did you see his face?” “Yeah, the facial feature was too similar, but it could be a coincidence, so let’s not make any assumption for now.” Zephyr warned me and he drove in silence for a while. After we have arrived at the hideout, I took Cattleya into her bedroom, while Zephyr took the mysterious man into the dungeon. We do have a dungeon, although probably not in the medieval style, like some human thought about mystic blood lifestyle. The dungeon is for the lab and also to keeping people that were probably our enemy or intruder.

Amy said to the dungeon guards. "Sure, miss," many of the guards responded. The thick gate was immediately opened and Amy walked in. The dungeon was so scary as the walls of the dungeon were stones. The dungeon looked like a space between a mountain. There was no way air could penetrate inside the dungeon, hence, it was hot. There was no ceiling there, the ceiling there were just stones. Even if one is a superman, it will be impossible for them to break through this dungeon. Amy saw Broderick sat on the floor, his two legs folded, his head lowered and his eyes closed as if he was meditating.

"Yes, do you want to join me?" He shook his head and took another slow sip. "Not tonight, son." I walked out without another word, leaving him alone to his thoughts. I was eager to begin the work I enjoyed. Let's see which wolves would break first. Making my way down two flights of stairs, I unlocked the heavy silver-reinforced door and pushed it aside. Our dungeon wasn't really a dungeon, per se, just a cement, steel-clad underground bunker with several, fun and unique torture devices.

" I reply to Dark making Manure surprised that I called him my friend. Dark invites us in, and luckily Dracono's castle is big enough so Manure can enter and do anything normally. We get to the dining room and Dracono pulls a chair so I can sit on it. I ask him to make some space and put some pillows on the floor next to my chair so that Manure can sit on them. Dracono is very shocked by the sight of Manure, but he decides to not say anything and orders his servants to bring the requested pillows. We all sit at the immense table while being served all kinds of delicious food. Manure is being served on a big silver plate with lots of meat which he eats slowly and nicely as if he read my mind.

He was the only person in her life except for Tobias now and she had started considering him a true friend in such a short timespan. On the other side, Dylan was walking in the dark hallways of the basement, where he knew, the person he despised was held. A smirk was plastered over his face, as he opened the door of a dungeon and stepped inside. Harry turned to look at him, along with another man, whose knuckles were bloodied. “ So? ” He raised his eyebrows at Harry and he stepped aside, revealing a man, sitting on the chair, with his head hanged low and blood oozing out from numerous wounds on his body.

he stretched from boredom and went to sit on a rock " the quest ....can't believe I said that, says to kill 20 goblins ...God why ? but I have about 50 dead right here and I still have like 5 mins left out of my time what to-" "Ahhhhh save me, save m-" his monologue was interrupted by a cry for help which is strange since he can't feel a single " well what do you know something interesting is happening"he got up from his rock and did a dash towards the location only to find a man with black eyes with yellow pupils chowing down on someone's arm with blood on the floor . " A ghoul?...nice " the man turned his head to see who spoke . " who are you "

Just take me there and tell me where to go. “Gia,” Emma said, “it's a dungeon. They kill people down there. It's not for fun. - I know. — The older twin rolled her eyes. — Why do you think I want to see it? When else will I get another chance to see a dungeon live? Please. “Forget it,” I said. — The man down there kidnapped me, held me prisoner and tried to hurt Fausto and his family. If he's still alive, he's in very bad shape.

I muttered, lying straight at his face while looking at him, worried that he might get furious. “If I did not appeal in your eyes, join me. Scrub my body. Put some shampoo on it. Let me enjoy my break time. Come. I don’t want to wait anymore or I will punish you myself. Perhaps you want to visit the dungeon again.” I did not understand this man. One time he was friendly. The next time, he would turn serious. “But the dungeon is already damaged.” He glanced at his shoulder. “Do you think I have only one dungeon in my territory? There are other horrible places out there, River. What you see was only a glimpse of the horror you will encounter when you see them again.”

DON'T WORRY, BRO. I CAN SMELL MY PIZZA FROM ALL THE WAY HERE. Will_the_devil I DON'T THINK GOOGLE HAS A MAP FOR THIS PALACE. LISTEN TO ME Cereal_killer BYE, SEE YA, WILLY. IT WAS NICE TALKING TO YOU. NOT. Will_the_devil ... (ten minutes later) Cereal_killer I think I have reached a place called "dungeons" Seriously, you guys are so rich and stuff, but, you can't get this place cleaned? I can smell dead rats here. -_-