Unscramble Dungeon Novels & Stories

I said. He took me to a dark hallway in the club. The hallway is known as 'The Torture Dungeon'. I heard cries of women in different rooms and soon, I would join them to cry. We got into a room, the bedroom is nonetheless a dungeon-fashion playground. A monster bondage mattress padded underneath us and there have been chains at every one of the posters. Beneath it is this massive, wrought-iron cage, and above us is a suspension hook with rope.

I just needed time to plan. Stephan led me to a dungeon located down the tunnel. It was dark and cold, and the air was thick, so thick you would need a butcher knife to cut through it. A small lamp hung above the dungeon, or should I call it a cage based on its small size? The lamp barely lighted up the dungeon where I was trapped now by a ridiculous number of metal bars. I instantly regretted not following a diet, this king-size ass ain't getting me anywhere but hell, I thought to myself while I tried to squeeze myself between the bars trying to get out.

When the dust disappeared there was only small rocks plus DT standing there with a smirk on his face looking at Wish as a reply to her chuckle. Leo and Rose ignored all of that and went inside followed by Wish and Dard. As soon as they entered a notification was popped in front of every player of The Lost World "Congratulations to the group of players, who found a Dungeon." "The First Dungeon has been used Rewards will be sent according to the difficulty of the Dungeon and according to the player level." "As the first Dungeon has been found, all other low level Dungeon has been marked on the map, player can discover and use the Dungeon for extra Rewards."

Saying that out loud made something click in my head, “Wait, bring the blueprints of the house again.” He rushed and did as I asked. Then he handed it to me and stood beside me while I started looking through the printed papers. “There is a tunnel that leads to the basement.” I said, tracing the line I was seeing. “How did they know the dungeon has a back entrance that wasn’t used. Theres’s barely any light or even security there.” I spoke, my body trembling with the possibility of me finding a way to prove this is all just some kind of crazy misunderstanding.

He opened the door of the dungeon with a key but that wasn't all that was needed to open the dungeon. This dungeon was one of the special things he had put in place since he became Alpha. The dungeon was an enchanted one, one that required his blood to open it. It was meant for the most horrible and dangerous criminals, but if he thinks his Luna was that kind of criminal, he wouldn't hesitate to throw her in it. He bit his finger, cutting it open and making blood drip from the cut. He placed that finger on the door lock, allowing blood to drop on it. When it did, the door made a whirring sound for a while before parting open on its own.

He took the stick and the robe and got out of the dungeon. He stood outside and looked up at the bright ceiling. The place outside the dungeon was like a forest on the roof. Trees scattered around A river runs silently. There were crystals emitting light all over the place. "So much for the name Undead Sanctuary..." He muttered as he turned around and looked into the tunnel behind him. This was where it came from. To him, this was the same as a village or town Newbie . This place was really beautiful. No one would associate this place with the Undead if they didn't know his name. It's true that only six out of the twelve dungeons were undead but that wasn't the same for the dungeons below.

I couldn't help but ask, my eyes wide as saucers. "I'm not supposed to answer that, am I?" "Elite dungeon? Shit!" I heard Laura whisper and I frowned. This didn't seem to be good. "What? Do you know about it?" I asked in confusion. "Well, ELITE DUNGEON is an underground club where people held in high esteem including your Mister come together to pick a woman for their pleasure. They are the type of people who either enjoy sex submissively, dominantly, either in bondage or being a masochist. The list goes on, so what's your take?" It took time for me to process all of the words he said.

"Why aren't you bothered about this? I'm still scared." He moved closer and gripped her hands. "You shouldn't be scared when you have me. I don't get scared of people, they get scared of me. So, just calm down." "What's the fifth dungeon?" She corked a brow, unwrapping her hands around her body. Alex stared at her, before saying, "the most dangerous dungeon here. We've got 5."

I was at the other end of the dungeon. The foul smell in the air grew worse, and I became scared. I stretched the torch forward to see what was in front, and what I saw made the sconce fall of my hand. There were skulls, skeletons of so many people, and decaying bodies. “Haaa!!” I ran to the front of the dungeon, screaming and crying. I lifted my gown with my two hands so I wouldn’t trip and fall. I got to the foot of the stairs, and I fell to the ground.

Seth The humid, rarefied air fills my lungs as I advance through the dark corridors of the dungeon. My footsteps echo off the worn stone walls, creating an ominous echo that seems to mock my presence. Each step I take is a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding this grim adventure. The dim light of a torch flickers in front of me, casting dancing shadows on the mossy walls. The flickers of the flame reveal the deterioration of the structure: cracks in the ceiling, peeling stones on the floor, and worn murals telling forgotten stories. These once-splendid murals now fade into the darkness, as if the dungeon itself has absorbed their vitality.