The Hidden Dungeon Novels & Stories

I was by the side of the dungeon cuddled up in a tight ball. With my both eyes shut, I was here for three days now, in one spot, I haven’t tried to stand up, I just remain there. The dungeon was dark so I didn’t know if it was day or night. I wasn’t bothered either but I knew I was here for three days, tired, sores, and hungry. Nobody came in here for those days. I was left alone, I wasn’t treated either, I have left the bleeding, it did bleed for a while and then stopped seems it understood that no one was coming to have it treated.

The other leans against the wall, arms crossed, his posture relaxed. I wait. Minutes drag by. Then, his head dips slightly, his breathing slowing. Asleep. I move. Sliding past him, I push open the door and step into the night. The cold air stings my skin, but I barely feel it. My heart pounds as I cross the open field, every step calculated, every movement silent. Then, I see it. The silver dungeon. Hidden beneath the earth, the entrance is built into the ground, secured by thick iron doors and wrapped in silver chains. Guards patrol the area, their expressions sharp, their hands resting on their weapons. Wolves prowl the perimeter, their glowing eyes cutting through the darkness.

Extremely good! He pecks me on the lips and I have to remember that I'm doing this for Elizabeth, in order to keep the vomit down. "I'm just going to take a shower real quick" he says and I nod, and take this as my opportunity. I take off my heels and tip toe, following him to the bedroom, the moment the bathroom door closes, I take that as my cue and enter the room, scanning my eyes around and grabbing the cell phone on the drawer. I swipe it open and realise there's a Pin password on it. Damnit!

suddenly, I heard my mate’s voice through our mindlink. “Yeah... We found the hidden door and currently going down to the dungeon,” I replied. “Okay, keep me updated,” he said. “Sure,” I replied simply. It surprised me how long and winded the staircases were. The Reckless Banes Pack seemed to have thought about this carefully. They had prepared a dungeon way below underground. They definitely had a mind for torturing and enslaving rogues. This thought angered me. “Lucas, Lucas, are you okay? Are the rogues okay?” Colton’s hurried concerned voice sounded through the mindlink again. He must have felt my anger through our matebond.

It also appears to be haunted enough to discourage those stupid, curious paranormal dickheads from wandering in this area at night. Davien sent him another blueprint of the entire area. A computer-generated layout. There was a secret tunnel just a few yards away from the ruins, leading directly to the facility built hidden from the public eyes or that he had knowledge of this existence. Right at the end of the narrow tunnel was a massive metal door painted grey, occupying the entire tunnel circumference. His enemies are getting sagacious more than he gives them credit for. He had this city under his thumb, and nothing goes around here that he didn’t know, but having this entire hideout insid

I huffed, making my way towards the door. "Wrong way," he said, causing me to halt. How could this be the wrong way when it's the only door in here? "We're taking the back way to keep you away from the other wolves. Also, the name's Blake, not warlock." I turned to see a small, almost friendly smirk on his face as he pushed a large mirror aside, revealing a hidden door made of the same cream-colored brick as the wall. It would be impossible to discern it as a door if Blake hadn't opened it himself. The corridor was narrow and dimly lit, but Blake used an orange crystal to ignite a torch, casting a warm glow to light our path. He led me down a winding flight of stairs and through a damp hallw

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.

Hunter nodded and then hugged his daughter and said “If you need us, you call we’ll come by as soon as it’s okay to leave. If you end up at the clinic, you call either way.” When she was gone Damon asked, “Who is Gambler’s Tempest?” Hunter explained briefly and Damon said eyes wide “You’re staying here at this event, over seeing if that foal is, okay? Hell, Hunter that damn foal is a miracle to begin with.” Hunter nodded and said, “You’re right but their gone now, I don’t have a ride.” Damon smiled and said “Yes, you do.”

Billie asked and he froze "I'm not their target. Y'all are. They knew y'all will be coming now.. So they made themselves invisible. And only dark powers can do that.. Which is possible if..they got hold of one of you" Lane said and Nina started being nervous "What's that suppose to mean..?" Sarah asked "It means there's an introder among us.." Adrian said and Lane nodded Everyone looked at eachother and Billie looked at the possed lady "And that's why y'all never reached this place.. They diverted the carved stone..to change your direction" Lane said and Adrians brows lit up Immediatly..his eyes searched everyone and when he looked at Nina, She screamed and left the possessed lady

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.