Man Eating Dungeon Novels & Stories

If things become worse, I'll evacuate with my family to the inner dungeons. Will they be able to locate me then? Never. Because no one but me, can enter the dungeon's inner floors. ... "Arghh...argh!" screamed a man as an invisible force crushed him. Soon after, the man was shoved to the floor. He was absolutely subdued. "Arghhh!" screamed the man in despair as he battled against the crushing force. It was pointless. Sharp cracks accompanied blinding anguish as the unfathomable force began to wreak havoc on his body. He screamed in agony as he felt his bones fracture.

” When I realized that he didn't care, I started screaming at the pack members. “You all will die tomorrow. There's going to be an attack, be careful.” I screamed as I struggled against them. Soon we descended the last flight of stairs into the dungeon. It was cold and foreboding. The walls of made of grey stone that seemed impenetrable as it absorbed the faint light that managed to filter in from the high slits above. The air was heavy with the scent of mold and decay. The only reason I could place the scent was became it smelt like the restaurant I was fired from.

I breathe in and out and continue running; I don't stop until I'm in front of the dungeon. "These are my soldiers." Luca points to the five punk-looking men with mohawk haircuts, dangling earrings, and full-sleeve tattoos, hanging guns on their chests and in their waistbands and pockets and every available space in their clothes and bodies. I nod at them in acknowledgment. We step into the dungeon. Luca beside and two of his very tough 'soldiers,' as he calls them. The dungeon is dark, and it smells of blood and death. I adjust my eyes to get used to the darkness before proceeding further into the dungeon.

“No, my lady. Never. Though, to ease your worries, every household has its tunnels leading above ground. But if you want to explore the undercity, our lord can arrange a guide for you.” Mel had a few more questions, but the journey seemed to draw to a close as she heard nearby chattering. Her stomach squirmed as they drew closer and her heart nearly stopped in her chest as they strutted into the dome-like expanse of a large cave. The rocky walls and floor were smooth, and faint wine crystals jutted from the ceiling, light emitting from every facet of the stones.

Chase sprang to his feet, looking like a man caught hiding a stray cat in his bedroom. Paul alone showed no reaction. That came as no surprise. He was a shortsighted old man who stubbornly refused to wear his glasses. Half the time, he barely knew what he was looking at. I would not have been surprised if he struck up a conversation with a tree just because the trunk looked shapely from afar. When he finally realized it was me, he shot me a look filled with silent annoyance. I walked past the dining table and casually picked up a peeled prawn, popping it into my mouth. "Please, go on. I'm just here to collect a few things. Bye, darlings."

Curious, I asked the others, "Why is her dungeon open 24/7 anyway?" The siren, holding onto her one surviving bag of spicy human jerky, explained while hissing from the heat. "She's waiting for someone." "Who?" "The previous boss of her dungeon, the only SSSSS-rank boss in the entire game." The crow flapped its wings excitedly. "I know, I know! I was lucky enough to meet her once when I was young. She gave me a bottle of super glue. Ever since then, my eyeballs don't fall out nearly as much!

I just needed time to plan. Stephan led me to a dungeon located down the tunnel. It was dark and cold, and the air was thick, so thick you would need a butcher knife to cut through it. A small lamp hung above the dungeon, or should I call it a cage based on its small size? The lamp barely lighted up the dungeon where I was trapped now by a ridiculous number of metal bars. I instantly regretted not following a diet, this king-size ass ain't getting me anywhere but hell, I thought to myself while I tried to squeeze myself between the bars trying to get out.

He stayed near the only entrance of the ally and silently watched as the rest rushed towards the dumpsters. Cane's dumpster was empty as well, and so were the next three. But the fourth one.... One of my men pulled the lid open, his guards down as he thought that his would be empty too. But a hand reached up and pulled him in. His groan echoed in the dumpster as he got swallowed in. It was as if watching a creature swallowing a man whole. He disappeared in, and a few seconds later, the dumpster grew quiet. "I guess we found him." Cane said, sharing a look of amusement with me.

I rested my head against his chest and tuned back into Meril’s story. "We left the kitchen when we heard a man taunting someone that he called a witch. We slowly crept to the voice but we ran into a dungeon looking area before we found him. The dungeon smelled worse than the kitchen. The floor was sticky with blood, vomit, and feces. I couldn't handle the smell anymore and I lost my stomach. James examined a body lying next to a table that had four pulley systems. There was an empty glass lying near a torn up sheet. We heard a scream from a man and we took off running. There were tunnels everywhere so we split up to check them out. That's when you ran into me."

The dungeon was cold, dark, and smelled of blood. Water dripped from the ceiling, making a soft, hollow sound. The walls were thick stone, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swinging slightly. In the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was the man who had stolen from Dante’s vault. His face was bruised, dried blood crusting on his lips. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were strapped to the chair legs. He had been here for hours, waiting for his fate.