The Hidden Dungeon Only I Can Enter Volume 7 Novels & Stories

He is sure this beauty is one among many, who dies to flaunt their figure in front of men to make them drawl all over themselves. He snorted at that thought. After a minute, he heard the shower going on in the bathroom. He is a powerful aqua blue dragon. The legend says that there was only one such dragon in the past few centuries and he is the second. He can conceal himself in plain sight. No matter how powerful a person is, they cannot detect his presence unless he specifically wants them to.

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

“You’re ridiculous. What would a prince be doing out in the woods like that?” “Can I see it?” she asked. “What?” “The Mark,” Frannie said. “Can I see it?” Oh. I reached up to shift my collar. A creak. My head snapped toward the door. My bedroom door was open. Not all the way. An inch.And a shadow moved in the hallway. My stomach dropped. "Was that — " Frannie started. "Shh." I crossed the room in three strides and yanked the door open. Empty. But I could've sworn I saw a flash of auburn hair disappearing around the corner.

Marcus watched me as if I were a bad joke. "Putting on a show." He sneered. "You think just making a call will" His words died on his lips. Because a loud roar suddenly came from outside the window. Everyone turned their heads, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the sky, a black private helicopter was slowly descending. On the side of the fuselage, a prominent silver 'V' crest was emblazoned. That was the Vanguard family crest. The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

POV DARLENE The transition into the One-Hundred-and-Sixty-Fifth Layer of Entropy was not a passage, but a Total Genetic Annexation. As the quicksilver shards and the frozen eye of the Prodigal Ghost’s chamber dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Paradox" didn't just end—it Exposed the Root. We emerged into a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, hollowed-out skull made of Indigo Silk and Crushed Pearls. This was the Chamber of the Shadow-Luna, the architectural basement of the sovereign lineage where the High Council of the West had hidden the Real Mother of the North—not the goddess of light we had worshipped, but the Architect of Shadows who had traded her divini

His words were steady, but the tension in his voice betrayed the fear he refused to show. The first chamber they entered was circular, carved from black stone that shimmered faintly with a strange light. In the center, a pool of water reflected the glow of the torches, rippling as if something beneath it moved. Aria knelt, placing a hand above the surface. The water shimmered, and then images appeared, flickering like firelight: wolves running under a silver Moon, shadows twisting in the shape of serpents, figures cloaked in darkness whispering to one another.

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.

she muttered, feeling uncertain. Then they both fell silent again. Albert muttered to himself, "I think I have a total of three trials here," he said with a heavy sigh, his intense gaze shifting between Daniel, Alexander, and Luke. It might even be four if Albert counted Paula Abraham.

I whispered, my voice breaking. The scene shifted, showing me the countless times I had hidden my magic from those around me, afraid of being judged or rejected. “You can’t hide forever,” the reflection said, its voice eerily similar to mine. “I’m not hiding anymore,” I said firmly. “I’ve accepted who I am—and I’ll keep fighting to protect the people I love.” The rune faded, and I stumbled back, my heart pounding. Fatima’s rune was next: fear. She stepped forward reluctantly, muttering under her breath. “This better not be some childhood trauma nonsense,” she said.

She appeared to know precisely where she was going, her steps beyond any doubt and deliberate. After hours passed, they came to a little clearing. Within the center was a massive, moss-covered stone, etched with antiquated runes that shined faintly within the dim light. “This is it,” Selene said, stepping forward. “The entrance to the hidden sanctuary.” Clara frowned, looking around the empty clearing. “I don’t see anything.” “It’s hidden,” Selene explained, placing her hand on the stone. “Only those who know the way can enter.” Immediately Selene touched the stone, the runes flared to life, the shine on the stone was showered in a delicate, ethereal light. The ground underneath them tremble