Namari Dungeon Meshi Mga Nobela at Kwento

I growl, looking at the lock. “What?” “Look away or I will make you.” She huffs turning around as I input the code. The basement which used to be a torture room is now a medical room. It has machines and all sorts of supplies Maya will need to save my eyesight. “Can I look now?” Maya asks, her voice tight with annoyance. “Yeah.” Her eyes pry open and she looks at the room, child-like wonder swims in her eyes as she looks through the machines. She wiggles her arm and this time I let her go free.

Xyla’s P.O.V. I shrank my nose a bit when the filthy smell of dungeons assaulted my nostrils. “It sucks,” Ruben muttered under his breath in disgust. I didn’t pay attention to him and continued walking inside to the darkest and deepest part of the dungeon, where they had kept Naomi. “We got his location.” He informed through the mind link while walking there. No one knew that we could mind-link each other without being noticed by anyone around us, but we couldn't hear others around us with all the concentration that could make them doubt us.

“No, Nomo... stay with me.” A final burst of data hit the screen. It was a single, low-resolution image sent from Nomo’s tablet in the seconds before it went dark. It showed Nomo standing in the center of the bay, surrounded by white-eyed monsters, and behind them, a large, ornate door marked with the Quispe family crest.

Ashbroune is in deep shit. They couldn’t find one of the omegas of Nirathi, but fate smiles cruelly on the rest as the silver chains bind their wrists and ankles to the dungeon floor of Ashbourne—there are five of them, all women who smell like omegas but are not; they have the same symbol of a tattoo on their necks.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I met the monsters eyes that happen to be a deep brown that look exactly like Ash’s. “My master says ‘Hi Ma Vista you seem a bit lonely. Where is your other half? I guess only I know. You don’t have long Ma Vista; in three days you will lose this war if you are unable to find him. My sources tell me he is struggling, and you need to be quick. But I’m not ready for this war to end so quickly, so I will help you out, go 700 steps to the left from where you stand right now. Then turn to the right and take 1000 steps and you should come to a clearing. Have a thorough search and you may find him but you must be quick, time is running thin and this war is ending quickly. Sincerely Master.’”

Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.

Or they follow Allen whenever she leave her room. Their name is Ferry and Jai, Allen try to talk to them in beginning but when Ray slap Jai in his face so Allen shut her mouth and didn't even dare to say a words. She don't want someone to get hurt beacuse of her, she is not that worth it.

Inside, sparse artwork hung on the walls, which were lit by a few lantern sconces from time to time, but for the most part, the interior was dark, the gray stones the most prominent feature of the hall we passed through to a den with a similar make up. A large fireplace sat in the corner near leather chairs and tables roughly hewn from unfinished timber. The ambiance was very male and very unpolished, but Nya wouldn’t have expected anything else. As Slate gestured for her to take a seat, she noticed the woven rug in shades of red and black she was standing on covered slate floors. Fitting, she thought.

[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.