Unscramble Dungeon Novels & Stories

I walk into my downstairs office, where I always keep a change of clothes, and I take off my robe and put on a black T-shirt and blue jeans. I walk out of the house and take the car so I can get to the dungeon fast. The dungeon is under the main building. It was built into the secret passageways that run under the pack, but the main building and the Alpha's house are the only entrances into it. I park my car in front of the building and Lachlan is waiting outside for me. “If you're out here, who's down there with them?” I asked him as we walked inside.

I wonder exactly how many were found as I follow Dimitri to the Dungeon. Dungeon is a pretty accurate word. It's a stone underground bunker made of stone. No matter how much it's cleaned, it's always foul smelling. The walls always look wet. The floors are the only thing that looks halfway clean and there's blood stains on most of them. Dimitri leads me into one of the rooms that I've used to torture men before. I don't like to do it but some days it is necessary. Today is one of those days.

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

I finally found the knob and I turned it and walked through the door. The moment I entered what seemed to be a large dim lit hall way a strange but familiar stuffy scent hit my nostrils. Shit. This was a dungeon. I had absolutely no idea where to go, I was probably going to get lost. The screams which had considerably gotten a bit quieter were coming from the far end of the hall to my right. I cautiously followed the sounds. There was no way I could follow any scent down here, my nose was messed up. I got to the end of the hall and saw that there was a'T' junction so I took left, because that's were the sound was coming from

The scent of damp earth and rust drifted through the corridors. The dungeon entrance loomed ahead. Two guards stood outside the iron door. They straightened immediately when they saw me. “Alpha Draven.” I nodded once. “Open it.” One of them pulled the heavy bolt aside. The iron door groaned as it swung open and cold air rolled out to meet me. The dungeon was carved deep beneath the packhouse. Rows of cells stretched down a long corridor lit by flickering torches that barely pushed back the darkness. My footsteps echoed off the stone as I walked deeper into the dungeon.

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

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.

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

"You'll see why." They entered the game room, and Scott locked the door behind them. He pressed a button on the back of the TV cabinet, and Alexia watched as the panel slid aside to reveal a narrow, dark passageway. "You do have a dungeon! I knew it!" Alexia exclaimed. "Even better." Scott went in first, and small motion-sensor lights lit up as they walked. They went down a spiral staircase—maybe six meters deep—and Alexia was stunned by the soft blue light glowing from the middle of what looked like… a cave?

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”