Tenfold Dungeon Novels & Stories

MATTEO The dungeon was a nightmare carved into stone. It was deep underground, far beneath the main pack house — a place I had only ever visited to interrogate enemies. Now I was the one rotting in it. The cell was small, barely ten feet by ten feet, with rough, damp stone walls that sweated cold moisture. The air was thick and stale, carrying the metallic tang of old blood and the rot of mildew. A single weak enchanted torch flickered on the wall outside the bars, casting long, dancing shadows that made everything feel even more suffocating.

" The energy is coming from the dungeon. He has something down there. Or someone. " Siena. I realized it instantly. Siena was the anchor. Thorne was using her anger and her betrayal to fuel his spell. She was the battery. "I have a plan," I said. I looked at Kael. "We are going to take back your kingdom," I said. "But we are not going to knock on the front door." I pointed to the map. "There is a drainage tunnel," I said. "It runs from the river directly into the sub basements. It is too small for a human. But it is perfect for a wolf."