Namari Dungeon Meshi Novels & Stories

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

Her head snapped up. “From the looks of things, I’m going to be responsible for shooting the crystals. Griff will free the others and work his way up.” She nodded. Azriel strode ahead with the kind of purposefulness of a man in charge. The demons patrolling through the hallway cringed away from him as though one brush of his wings would burn. “Here they are.” Namara flung open the door to a much smaller dungeon where the crystals rested atop a wooden table. “Satisfied?”

Although there is a theme color here, which was red, and that makes sense because the clan’s name is Akamine that means Red Peak. There are still restaurants, tool shops, weapon shops and others, and of course, the residential area. As they passed a pet shop, Shoru looked very interested that she almost fell off Jai’s shoulder. He caught her in time though, and she was now standing on his thigh with her two rear paws while Jai held her by the belly. “Hey, Yuta-san. I’m not native to the Fire Kingdom, so I don’t know about most things. Can I ask something?” Jai asked.

“One safe day at a time.” 🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 DARIUS 🎱🎱🎱 Later that afternoon, I made my way to the old training field. I met Nara there, standing quietly, her obsidian eyes focused on the group of warriors below. The younger Rivenborn, agile and quick, were sparring with some of my estate’s wolves. The movements were fluid, aggressive, yet controlled. It was a sight that filled me with a quiet pride.

he grumbles under his breath. "Hey, Darius! Do you think this straw shield suits my frame?" Ronan asks, tossing his wide-brimmed tracking hat into the air with a loud chuckle. "Pretty cool and shady, right? Just pointing out it is something your squad absolutely cannot have. Enjoy getting your facial fur completely scorched by the valley sun again tomorrow!" "Your rogue mouth is becoming totally unbearable, Nightcrest," Darius snarls. "I really want to learn how to weave those mountain shields too, Azel!" Nyra pipes up, trotting over with a fake, glistening smile. "That way, our high-ranked team won't have to roast under the open sun tomorrow."

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.

, I whisper in her ears, and drag her back to the packhouse. Nobody dares to interfere, not even Marina or Amaltheo. I think I am on the verge of turning vargulf because of the bitterness in my heart. I meet Maziar, the Beta, everybody on my way to the dungeon. It’s just a steel container dropped into a six-foot hole in the icy floor of Verte Monde. It hasn't been used. I even wonder why this pack has it, at times, but I am grateful now that we have. It must actually be meant for this atrocious mortal.

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

Malia asked to the point, straight to the point. *** Arriving at the end of the black forest – the border to the dark forest of Eastwood and Eastwest, Luca looked confused looking for an opening to enter the battle arena. His jet eyes moved in all directions worriedly. His sister was desperately fighting Damien Skarsgard, trying to escape from all kinds of obstacles and attacks by the man with the curly hair. "Shit!" cursed Luca annoyed. "How cunning! Blocking other people's power and closing their battle arena."

Nanami was confused looking outside the window from the kitchen, the men were running around while she watch the others put on their scabbards in a hurry. “You need to get away from here! The devil is awakened!” shouted one of the men who run past the kitchen window. Nanami gasped as she quickly removed the apron and place it on the table. She run outside the kitchen and followed the men inside the dungeon. She was walking down the stairs and widened her eyes upon seeing the devil groaning in pain while the men surrounds him with their swords buried all over the devil’s bloody body.