Pokemon Fanfiction Archive Mystery Dungeon Novels & Stories

’ * * * [A/N] Thanks for sticking around this far! Welcome to the Royal Dungeon Incident Arc! I have a lot of goodies planned, and this should be the most intense one yet. So sit back, and enjoy!

, I replied nonchalantly. “What?! Wha-what do you mean?”, his eyes seem to pop out of their sockets. It took me a while to finish explaining the mystery that transpired in the dungeon. It was so intense that I can’t hold it in. I pour it all out on Maziar. I don’t even think it’s a good idea to keep it a secret. I have Allyssa back in her room. That alone needs to be explained in believable reasons. “Imagine how shock and terrified I was! I almost peed on my pants!”, I keep on ranting about my experiences with the phenomenon.

I backhand him playfully on the shoulder as he passes, and he feigns being in pain. I think I’ll enjoy working with him. The archives is down a staircase similar to the dungeons but on the clear other side of the palace. It’s a lot like the Royal Library but five times as big and ten times as dusty. David is able to pretty quickly find a text that details a spell for exchanging identities, but it specifies that it isn’t strong enough to fool mates.

Anna told me the Jackals poisoned Leslie’s body with their claws, and she promised he would get well because he spilled the damned dark as raven poisonous blood out. After Anna had gone out to buy drugs; after I sat here on the sofa for hours, I noticed a strange thing happening on my bed. It begins with his wounds; I suspect his wounds heal so fast. Looking at his closed eyes, I wondered who Leslie was and what he knew about me. Why on earth did Sheena save him even before I met him? Did he know my Sheena, too? I don’t know, but I want to know and hold the neck of the hidden truth behind this whole dark situation. Questions bubble in my mind like rain dropping inside buckets half-filled wit

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

I called, but my voice was swallowed by the din. I stumbled, my ankles betraying me in Mary's ridiculous heels. As I struggled to regain my balance, a hand closed around my upper arm, yanking me sideways. I opened my mouth to scream, but another hand clamped over it. I found myself pressed against a broad chest, a familiar woodsy scent filling my nostrils. "Shh," the mystery man breathed in my ear. "This way." He guided me through a door I hadn't noticed before, and suddenly we were in a dimly lit hallway.

Shadow replied. "Where is he now?" I asked. "In the dungeon." he replied. "Lead the way." I instructed, and Shadow led the way to my deadly dungeon;The dungeon where you go in alive but never come out alive. We got to the elevator, and instead of entering the elevator, we went a little away from the elevator, and Shadow pressed the switch by the wall, and the wall opened, revealing a stairs. Yeah, that's where my dungeon is. It's in a place you can never believe it is, behind a wall; a place no one could ever thought could exist here.

[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.

Vasperia asked after she noticed they had walks last the mansiom and anything that had to do with houses, well except for a big large building that looked so ancient. “We are going to the dungeon?” She blurted out and fear creeped Into her whole body that she stopped walking. The dungeon! It brought so many unpleasant memories, so many ugly scenes that could make tears bawl from her eyes. It made her remembered helpless she has felt, how weak and hungry she had been. She was drained, she hated Raze , she hated Regan and Bryan and ofcourse she still did not going back to a place that looked like it wasn't in her bucket list. It was a nightmare she was trying to run away from and even if thing

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”