Man Eating Dungeon Novels & Stories

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

~Otsana The sound of the heavy lock turning echoed through the cold, damp dungeon. I sat up quickly, my back pressed against the stone wall as the metal door creaked open. A man stepped in, holding a tray of food that smelled like it had been scraped off the bottom of a pan. “We leave at sunrise, get ready” he said, as he placed the food on the ground and turned to leave. “Wait,” I called out, my voice raspy from thirst. “Where are you taking me? You said we leave at sunrise… where are we going?”

“The boss says we have to kill at least one player today. You’re such a slacker!” “I haven’t had any good grilled food in all the years I’ve been dead. Even if there’s no taste, I still want some.” “Hmm, I guess you’re right. We’ll only have the energy to go killing once we eat.” They spoke as though there were no other people around them and had their vigorous discussion without a care. As for why they did not even suspect that I was another player, well, that was because of Jorvan. Two ghouls could not resist the scent of the food in the end and came over to have a seat.

“P-Please. I can give you gems! Jewelry! What about lunar flowers? We have them all. If you’d just take us back–” “How are you going to bargain with something that’s not yours anymore?” He scoffed, “Move it. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Tears streamed down my face. We were brought out of the dungeon into another section that had been turned into a room. There were no windows and the scent of sweat and tears filled the air. The man who brought us there shoved us inside and closed the door behind us as a fat, whale of a man turned towards us. I could tell by his stature and his scent that he was either human or his wolf was weak.

she said and I laughed suddenly. “I’m not going to die. Get the first aid kit in the bathroom,” I said. She ran up the stairs and I sighed. She returned a few minutes later, stopping short when she saw Andrew Douglas lying on the floor with his eyes open, his head surrounded by a pool of his own blood and brain matter.

- Bhlezy "yup"- Dessa "I have a little knowledge but I want to be clear"- Kaye Timot nods to this sudden question "in simple word, a dungeon is a place or stage, that consist of monster, treasure, and bosses but it is not easy"- Timot "So does it mean that we cleared two dungeons already?"- Bobby "that's right Uncle Bobby"- Timot "but come to think of it, if any of us are not here, maybe we are all died"- Jimboy

He gave a suggestive smirk that makes bile rise in my throat. ‘Guys, I could really use some help right now,’ I say in the mind-link. ‘We’re coming,’ Alessandro says. ‘There’s a villager here who knows about an old mine shaft that we think could be your dungeon. It’s not far.’ ‘Please hurry,’ I say, though I know they’re doing the best they can.

But I no longer cared. Moments later, the Underboss, Venero Castellano, unchained me from the rack. Pain shot through my body, and my legs gave out as I collapsed onto the floor. "You'll leave in a week, and you are never to return. Once your identity is wiped out, no one can ever find you again," Domenico said and lifted my chin with the tip of his cane. The light flooding in from the open dungeon doors stabbed at my eyes. As I crawled out of the dungeon, I felt like I was about to be reborn.

When the guard soldier finally walked away, they all gathered again together and eat their food. "Hey, eat! You will get starve!" Baldwin offered him a slice of meat. Danym shook his head. Dragons can find foods easily. They don't get starve even they don't eat in one week. He has magic too. He can make his food when he was in his human form. "It's okay. What kind of food you wish to eat tonight?" He asked his inmates. "Mine, whole meat of grilled chicken!" Rene whispered with his eyes closed imagining the food on his head.

He was tied with Alpha Chris in his treatment's and the thought of it makes it difficult to swallow the bite of food I have in my mouth. Even though my stomach feels like it is going to burst, there is hardly a dent in my plate when I finally give up on eating. The family makes small talk with each other, talking about the pack training and warriors on the border, and I listen to them. Studying their faces, the same as I had done with the man at the end of the table. I may not remember my last name, but I know the face of every single person who visited me in that dungeon.