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.”

Luca finally stopped at a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. “Inside.” Raven hesitated for half a second before stepping in. The room was large but not extravagant. A fireplace crackled along the far wall, casting shadows against the deep mahogany furniture. A massive bed dominated the space, its black sheets crisp and untouched. Her stomach twisted. He brought her to his room. Luca stepped in behind her, closing the door with a soft click. “No more dungeons?” she muttered. He crossed his arms. “Not unless you give me a reason to put you back there.”

A thousand pairs of eyes landed on me, and men slowly got to their feet as I walked to the nearby island that was planted in the middle of a very vast room. It looked like a bloody hall, with the left side fitted with all types of rooms. The gun room was to my left, and the right side was the gymnasium enclosed in a double-glazed glass. The middle of the room was the chill area where everybody lazed around. There were fridges, couches and stretchers. There were gaming consoles all over, and televisions mounted on the other walls. The kitchenette was fixed on the farthest end of the room. My people called it the Den. They just loved it, and nobody ever complained about the lack of sun and vit

“Well, I fell asleep not too long ago and there isn’t anything jarring except you. And you didn’t wake me up. So I guess we are here, aren’t we. Sucks to suck.” For a moment, I thought he was going to pitch a fit. After looking around at the room we were in, he came over and plopped down next to me on the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my chin on it. Something I couldn’t do since I grew boobs but in this little form I could. “Where are we?” “We are in the dungeon. Obviously.” He huffed. “Thanks, smart ass. You’re worse than some of the teens I deal with skipping school.”

Chapter: 26. ****** A relief sigh escaped all five mouths when the rumbling stopped and the stones parted to reveal what looked like an old study room. A few of the bookcases have been overturned, and their contents are strewn across the dirty room. A smoking corpse lies in a black circle filling the room with its horrid stench. Mikey carried his lover and walked over into the strange open room that looked like a dungeon with different torture devices neatly lined out on both sides of the walls.

“We need a room, just for the night.” The woman hesitated. “Most rooms are under maintenance, sir.” As they talked, I still felt a strange sense that her gaze felt more in recognition. Maybe she knows me and knows I'm wanted… I swallowed hard and looked away. Damien leaned on the counter slightly, lowering his voice just enough to project calm authority. “We don’t need much. Just somewhere to rest for a few hours.” The woman’s eyes softened “Alright,” she murmured, sliding an old metal key across the counter. “Room 6. It’s… not fancy.”

Echoes of my scream fills the metal room as I try to get him out of my head even when I know how pointless it is— I have lost count of the number of days that I had to sit on a filthy ground and embrace the cold that this room shoves to me. Rusty stinks of blood lingers around my nostrils, the vile odor of rotten fish and feces claiming the air. Yet, I have no choice than to breathe it all in. The dungeon is just a little, square space—not large enough for me to stretch my legs in front of me. I even barely get fresh air since there is no suitable window. All I have is a small opening at the top of the room, which I am told is for undeserved mercy.

The magic fence allows people in the room to get out but people outside the room can't enter unless they are able to break the magical fence. After all the maids including Aunt Emban entered the room, Bima did a Swiping. Have all the guards entered the southern barracks or not? The Southern Barracks was actually a dungeon. But the shape is not like a prison. A large room located on the south side of the dungeon, this room only had one door. And the door has a combination to open and close it, this combination is only known by Sunyi, Hujan and Bima.

The rest blistered off by the silver shackles. I push open the door to the dungeon and fall forward onto a dusty hardwood floor. I seem to be in a small abandoned packhouse. I drag myself up the stairs and find a bedroom with a dirty, ancient looking mattress on the floor. I can't catch my breath, each one is more short and ragged than the last. I close the door and lock it, then collapse onto the mattress. The edges of my vision turn dark. "Saint, I can't move. I can't get up. We're dying. Th-this is the end, buddy."

At that we all laughed, breaking a lot of the tension of the last few minutes. Kaz nuzzled the top of my shoulder, licking at the tooth mark he'd left there the night before. "Well," he said. "We could go down to the Dungeon Club for a while. I did reserve one of the private playrooms, but our reservation isn't until midnight." "The Dungeon Club?" I asked. That wasn't listed on the hotel floor plan. The idea of a private playroom - now that sounded intriguing since I was certain neither of these guys would try to make me do anything I didn't like. Midnight, however, was a few hours away.