My Room Is A Dungeon Rest Stop Novels & Stories

Since he wasn’t fighting me on how much I logged in, even I have been staying in the game while he rested, doing my own leveling up. “It should be fine.” Luka muttered as he took a step forward. When he placed his hand on the door, the vines and limbs magically separated until there was an open path for us. Once we were inside, the door closed once more, leaving us inside. The dungeon was different than it had been during the beta testing. There was a small mystical lake, with tiny light fairies flying around. They were so small that one could fit into the palm of my hand. Sitting on what looked like a throne made of vines, a giant Gnome sat eating berries.

“You know me, Silas Crimson. I am Logan Kincaid!” The corridor they took Logan through was colder than the palace hall. The stone beneath his feet was uneven, damp in some places. The air was thick and gave him goosebumps. They took him down a winding staircase. Logan's legs dragged as exhaustion weighed him down. At last, a door was opened and he was thrown inside. The door slammed shut with a final echoing thud. The room was almost empty except for a bed which looked tiny compared to the one in his packhouse. The window above was tiny as well and barely illuminated the room. The light switches weren't working and it was also very hot there. This was a dungeon, there was no doubt about it.

He took her hand again, carefully, gently and whispered into the dim room. "You broke me once, Nancy. But God help me... I don't think I can watch you break again." His thumb brushed her knuckles. The room fell into silence. Nancy slept. Arjun stayed. And the past they never spoke of sat between them, finally awake. _____________ On the other hand, Ryker was already at the place where he was ready to unleash the devil inside him. He was ready to taste blood again but in a little more crueler way but not cruel enough to end his prey. The dungeon was the place no one in the country knew existed. A forgotten underground chamber beneath the old horse stables- cold stone walls, rusted rings hamme

Which is the facade of an old house, a long dark wooden double door, above it hangs a sign with the logo of the place, a pomegranate surrounded by a circle of rope, the idea was mine, by the way. As soon as you enter the innocent little house, you will find a reception area. The space is small, containing two desks, where you will be attended by a friendly couple, who, according to your wishes, will ask a button to escort you to your appropriate destination. For example, the private bedrooms are called dungeons, in case you attend with company. But if you want to meet someone new and start your role-play, you can enter the common area, or as I call it, the lobby, which is actually called the

Jamal felt like the odd one in their midst and he kept trailing behind, deliberately walking slowly while the four led the way to the dungeon which was situated at the heart of the pack land. The dungeon was a tall building with just two rooms: a prison cell and an office. Jamal had never been to the office before and he could not tell if the smaller room was actually an office or just a made-up lie by the pack members of the Blood-Moon pack. The dungeon was a sacred place to go and no one planned to be there but everyone was curious to know what was in the second room opposite the prison cell. Many pack members had made up stories about that room but Jamal was not ready to find out if it wa

“I need to go. Make sure one of you is with her for the whole time.” When I took the lift to the dungeon, one of the war team was already waiting for me in the hall of the dungeon. The dungeon was actually just our term for a three-level basement that Zephyr had built to maximise the use of the hideout. The north dungeon is right below the dorm. It’s for the lab and also the clinic.

All I have to do is convince Mona that she needs me, and maybe she can convince the Council to let me stay with her. This plan may be more difficult than I thought, considering I'm stuck in the dungeon. The place isn't too bad, with our cell having four beds and a decent bathroom. The floor and walls seem to be made of solid rock and the room is sparsely decorated. It reminds me of the hotel we stayed in, except the doors have bars. "Ray, what did you do?" Jake asks Ray as he examines a small hole in the wall. "Have you tried drilling into the walls?

“I think we can handle it. I never felt particularly…burdened.” “Will you just trust me on this one?” he asks. "Hallowed Moon shunned you, but if you actually absorbed that entire pack's spirit, you'd be dead." The entrance to the dungeon rises up from the ground. Just a small little brick structure with a single door. Surrounded by the broken forest and wet rainbows, it gives the impression that it’s a door to some magical world. It’s considerably colder inside the dungeon than it is outside and I break out in goosebumps. Without a word, Jericho shrugs out of his jumper and folds it over my shoulders. I gratefully fold the warm garment around myself and inhale his scent.

Broken racks and wooden crates lay scattered across the floor, covered in thick layers of dust. The air smelled like mold and old iron. Darius glanced around. “We’re inside.” My pulse thundered in my ears. Above us, faint sounds echoed through the ceiling. I could hear footsteps, voices, and metal clanging. Draven lowered the lantern again. “The dungeon corridor should be through that door.” A narrow wooden door stood on the far side of the room. I stepped toward it slowly. My hand rested on the handle and for a second I hesitated. Everything we were about to do balanced on the other side of that door.

Opening the door, you are again transformed into a different world. The music was in a rhythm of a heart that beats just before the pleasure exploded. Standing next to me, Rebecca’s eyes wander around as we take in the scene before us. Submissives are hanging from the roof in cages. “Hi Serafino, here to play?” I hear a voice at the back of me. Turning, I looked at Rick. He was the DM or Dungeon Master. “Just showing Rebecca here what it looks like in here,” I told him. “Well, you know the rules, make yourselves at home”. He turns and leaves. Stepping further into the dungeon, you could see the rooms marked private and the social area where Dom’s sat with their subs at their feet. Walking pa