My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

Finally, Dorian stopped in front of a door that looked less murdery than the others. “Your room,” he said, pushing it open. Selene stepped inside and okay, she had to admit, it wasn’t terrible. The room was huge, with a four-poster bed that looked like it could sleep six people, a fireplace already crackling with warmth, and floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the forest. The walls were deep blue, almost black, and covered in silver constellations that seemed to shift when she looked at them directly. “It’s…” She paused, searching for the right word. “Not a dungeon.”

Only dragons were said to have ever broken Styrodian, but even the dragons couldn't break this one. I was sure I was tied in a dungeon. I winced when the darkness was soon filled with light and two men walked in. I quickly surveyed the room I was in and realized that how rich these vampires were. This was a dungeon, but it wasn't shabby at all. The doors were made of iron rods, etched in gold. Fucking gold. Talk about waste! I looked up at the ceiling and once again I was bowled over by how ostentatious it looked. This dungeon was better looking than my room in Turquoise Falls. Fuck, this was better than my room in Silvercrest, as well.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

The worst thing I took away from the Blue Moon Pack was that fear of being trapped in a small spaces. Trying to breathe I look around the room. It is larger than a dungeon. It has a small cot for a bed inside. There is a small table – almost like a desk. A laptop and then the computers in front of me. Trying to distract myself, I start to look at the screens. I see our warriors fighting the rogues.

But deep inside Sasu was also thinking about the inkling of hopes shown a few moments ago, and honestly he started to believe, why because from the moment they start moving not a single monsters can be seen, accept for a few limbless zombies that was hanged upside down with a hose and a bottle on the ground and a writing saying 'don't touch' on the floor. "We gonna take a rest here for tonight…". "Are you sure Sir?…".(Mina) "It's fine if we take a rest right here…nothing gonna spawn, not at least for a week…also, didn't we just kill everything on our way here…this dungeon was even more safe than an open forest..". (Bar)

"This is the 'Under-Spire'. The level they don't put on the blueprints." I looked at Dante. He was lying on his back, his eyes closed, his chest barely moving. The effort of the fight had taken everything he had left. The Tether was a ghost of a thread now, so thin I was afraid to breathe for fear of snapping it. "Dante..." I whispered, crawling toward him. "I'm... fine," he lied, his voice a dry rasp. "Just... give me a minute to... find my legs." I looked around the room. It was a forest of obsidian pillars and glowing blue server banks. In the center of the room, a glass elevator stood ready, its destination marked only as: THE VAULT.

Not even Zen nor Liu Feng saw a problem with it. “Move into the room beside ours,” Liu Feng decided quickly. “The room beside the girls’ room is used for guild meetings. You’ll have more privacy.” Happy to be accepted so easily, Damian asked if there were any other questions they wanted to clarify. There was still one more thing left before he officially joined them. Nobody had much to say until Liu Feng remembered how he had a delivery later. “Could you help us to set up the fridge and microwave in our room?” Laughing at the favour request, Damian quickly agreed. Zen added his name from the friend list to the party, and Damian promptly accepted the invitation. He had never been to the dunge

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

“The night is better spend in your room.” “Are you going to stop me from entering?” I ask, jutting out my chin, daring him to do it. “No. I am merely giving you a friendly warning.” “I will be fine.” “Who do you want to see?” “Clar- ah…Shannon.” He nods and steps aside. “Through the bars only.” “Fine.” I descend the dark staircase leading to the lower floor. My sneakers thud dully on the compacted earth floor. The air is thick with the scent of despair and mildew, and despite it being a warm night the dungeon is chilly.

Pins, screws, and replacement parts hold one of his legs. “By sex dungeon, do you mean Demon’s bedroom?” I asked him as I picked up Ken. He weighs significantly less than Ransom does, about equal to Carley. Jaxson was right again. Not much meat on his bones. “If you can call it a bedroom. It used to be Ali’s bedroom, but now it’s the dungeon,” he says while tying Ken to the chair. “It’s painted blue. Just because you guys stash all your sex toys and furniture there hardly makes it a dungeon and more like a sex room. We’ve always just called it the blue room.”