Tenfold Dungeon Novels & Stories

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

More of my bones snap and pain shoots through my body but not wanting to make the same mistake as last time, I quickly take in my surroundings, looking for an exit. The rogue dungeon is nothing more than a damp cellar with bars dividing it up into cells. As my eyes adjust to the lack of light, I can see that there is only one way in and out and that is through the staircase. I look toward the cells and notice that there is only one person in the cells.

As Ethan and the other four warriors leaned closer their eyes darted over the crude drawings of the Shadowfang compound, their curiosity blazing. A thin winding path beneath the packhouse was traced by Ravena's finger. “I have a man on the inside,” she declared with assurance in her voice. “ I got this from him.” Ethans eyebrows raised. “An informant?” She nodded. “He claims that the dungeon is located underground, under the packhouse. We can get to the dungeon through an abandoned tunnel.” Ethan blew out a long breath. “So we will not pass through the gate?” Ravena glanced at him. “We will be dead before we make it through the gate.”

Mickie, a strong and old wolf in my pack holds my mothers arm and speaks coldly to Fehdrik. In the end, we were able to build six more dungeons, one that was magically hallucinatory, with a 50 year sentenece was my favorite. The chambers next to that we would cut off all the fingers and toes of any one who committed treason or atrocities and many more for years to come, then they'd just rot in a cell for however long their time was, with no windows, doors, or food. Depending how long your bid was, you might not have to go through all six torture chambers. Hunnie ended up falling asleep after she took a bath, my request of bringing her something greasy seemed to had knocked her out. She was o

Five people and one wolf stumbled out of the narrow fissure one after another, splashing into a pool of knee-deep water. It was an abandoned reservoir. Circular. Roughly twenty paces across. The dome above was cavernous. A few rust-eaten ventilation shafts high above leaked thin shafts of leaden daylight. On the far wall directly opposite us was the entrance to the final pipeline leading to the dungeon. An iron ladder was embedded beside it. Ten meters up sat a rusted iron door. The dungeon entrance. A mechanical lock sat beside the door. I waded through the pool toward it, water droplets trailing down the tip of my surgical knife.

“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.

Deep within the bowels of the ancient castle, where torchlight flickered like dying stars against damp stone walls, Elder Throne paced the center of the hidden dungeon. The air hung heavy with the scent of mildew and forgotten secrets, the chamber a forgotten relic from the pack's turbulent history. Throne's robes, embroidered with faded sigils of authority, whispered against the floor as he moved, his sharp eyes fixed on the iron-bound door. Patience had never been his virtue, but tonight, it was his weapon—honed to a lethal edge after years of whispered plots and shadowed alliances.

To climb the highest mountain killing innocent people was a law. “What should we do with the body, Mr. Muriel?” One of the men asked. “Let the daughter know he’s the death.” Stefan said before walking to the entrance of the bodega and act like nothing had happened, The night had fallen, 7:00 p.m. and the day was barely finishing. Rebecca couldn’t be any more tired in the same as her friend Judith. When the last client got out of the salon, Judith and Rebecca could finally see a moment of rest.

- Bhlezy "yup"- Dessa "I have a little knowledge but I want to be clear"- Kaye Timot nods to this sudden question "in simple word, a dungeon is a place or stage, that consist of monster, treasure, and bosses but it is not easy"- Timot "So does it mean that we cleared two dungeons already?"- Bobby "that's right Uncle Bobby"- Timot "but come to think of it, if any of us are not here, maybe we are all died"- Jimboy

At Tensel’s Region. Damonq fed well, knowing he was heading for a fight. The lair that had been found was a good distance from the compound, in the State Park. There were more than one hundred miles of hiking trails. Camping sites and picnic areas made it a smorgasbord for demons. Up in the highest peak, a crack appeared in a large jutting boulder. It was barely a half of an inch wide, but ran about five feet long in a jagged pattern almost to the very foot of the boulder.