Soul Dungeon Novels & Stories

I was born among wolves… yet I never belonged to them. On nights when the moon reigns high and the forest trembles with their howls, every soul around me burns with the fire of transformation—every soul except mine. I am the Alpha’s daughter who cannot shift. The shame they prefer hidden in the shadows. I never imagined that the night the enemy chose me… would be the night I discovered the truth of who I am. The moment the Crimson Fang Pack’s howl tore through the silence, the air thickened around us. Wolves lifted their heads, answering the call with fierce devotion. And then he appeared—stepping out of the darkness as if the night itself bowed to him. His gaze locked on mine, sharp enough to carve through fate. “She’s the one I want.” With those four words… the world I knew shattered.

All he cares about is power, and she's powerless – he decided that he is far from wanting her. Alice Wood was nothing more than a burden to her pack members. Not that she was just an omega offspring, she ended up being nothing more than a human without any signs leading to that she might have a wolf. Yet, her soul was stronger than anyone else from her pack. The fire in her soul made it even hard for her Alpha to keep her controlled. Since she was born as a human, no one thought even for one second that she might have a mate – including her. Again, life decided on playing one of its own games on the little girl. It ended up that she does not only have a mate, but she's more powerful than any can be...

My foster sister Sophia, the last purebred white wolf in Grell village, was raped and tortured to death by an unknow rogue wolf. Her suicide note contained only one sentence: "Lina saw his face." From that day on, I became the pack's greatest sinner. Because I knew who the killer was, but I kept silent for five years. Until my foster brother Damien, the most powerful Alpha in North America, returned. He brought back the Soul Vision Device and forcibly extracted memories from my werewolf soul. All the werewolves who had the Soul Vision Device used on them either died or went insane. My werewolf was repeatedly tortured in the device, but Damien suppressed the pain in his eyes and roared, "When I find the truth, I'll send you and the murderer to hell together." But when they finally discovered the truth, Damien went mad.

Not any seconds have passed , when he didn't think about Hazel, although he have a urge to taint her soul; to imprison her in his cage forever, but one thing was sure which hasn't changed in these restless years_ his lust for her body.

you belong to me heather. Body, soul and everything. I want you. I was inside you. I tasted you. And I'm never letting go... for what I feel for you is not love it's obsession, lust, the unorthodox version of deranged love -madness.

Under the moon, dreams come true. Werewolves, transform and meet their inner wolves. Soul mates are found, hearts are broken. This time, a wolf is conceived. What will happen when the evil, king of the wolves forces himself on another. Causing her to run, but how long can they keep him from the child.

In a world where the gods of legend have become actual fact, a few misnomers from another planet seek to simply live their lives in peace. If you could choose one word from the dictionary, one that simply defines you to the core of your soul, what would you say your definition is?

Lila has been a rogue for as long as she can remember. No parents. No pack. Just a small crew of outcasts and a lifetime of stealing to survive. When a heist goes wrong, she wakes up chained in the dungeon of the Moonshine Pack , the most powerful pack in the region. Her captor? Alpha Allister Rowan. Cold. Deadly. And the most beautiful man she has ever seen. "You bit me," he says, smirking at the blood on his arm. "You deserved it," she snarls back. But when he falls to his knees in front of her cell and whispers "mate," Lila's whole world shatters. She spent a year searching for her fated mate. She gave up. Now he is standing right in front of her and he is the enemy. Allister should hate her. She attacked his pack. Stole from him. Humiliated him in front of his own guards. But he cannot stay away. He brings her food. Sits outside her cell all night. Looks at her like she hung the moon. "I am not going to be your Luna," she tells him. "I did not ask you to be," he replies. But his eyes say something else. There is only one problem. The werewolf royals want Lila dead. And they have ordered Allister to do it himself. Now the Alpha has a choice. Kill his fated mate. Or burn his entire world down to save her.

I volunteer to be the mate of Carl Wood, the Alpha of the Nightfall pack, as a direct measure to resolve the conflict between our two packs. He marks me on a full moon night. His gaze is so fervent in that moment that I interpret his look as a genuine sign of his attraction. Carl personally leads the elite fighters across the border two years later. He grabs my head, making me witness the gruesome dismantling of my mother, father, and brother by the pack; his gaze is alight with vengeful satisfaction. "Did your father show mercy during our youth when he destroyed my pack, Aria? Do you truly believe that having you here is enough to make up for this vengeance?" Carl assumes the position as the most powerful Alpha of the northern region, with Selena Hall established at his side as his Luna. I am kept barely alive, imprisoned in the depths of the dungeon in the pack. If I attempt to end my life, Carl retrieves the bones of a relative from the cemetery and incinerates them right in front of me, bellowing with bloodshot eyes, "You're not allowed to die unless I allow you to, Aria!" I immediately cease all resistance after that. Carl's heart was pierced by a silver-tipped arrow during his escape years ago. I had to implore the dark witch to use dark magic and substitute my sound heart for his. There are only three days left before the poison completely takes hold of me.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”