West Philly Dungeon Novels & Stories

I wasn't sure if I was more annoyed or curious when I was on the way to meet David. We had chosen a different place this time. We needed a place with private rooms and soundproof doors. It turned out there was a place like this in Philadelphia—a restaurant owned by one of Gunner's old friends.

The dragged her away and just like Matthew, her yells fading away just as they dragged her. I heard the dungeon was used during William’s life time but hasn’t been used for a while because of new Alpha. William’s specifically designed the dungeon for torture, he enjoyed having people writhe in pain. He enjoyed watching them crying and pleading as they’re being whipped hard. Darla once told me, it’s a place one should never go and now Matthew and Raquel would be there until Jake comes to a decision. Jake left the room the second her yells faded, leaving the rest of us alone.

ariel was doing his research on the dungeon, he discovered that there are 8 dungeons which discovered till now and 5 of them are captured already, two items own by ezine and two items are just selling in the back market but one of them is found by government, ariel and loriana find it, one is still lost in the black market. only 1 item is under government, and still, people are afraid, to use it because it takes price in return, I think that is why the government is afraid because of lack of knowledge. two dungeons are already discovered in their friend nation, which means he can easily go there and if he was lucky enough, then he can capture one, then he can fight in battle. it might that 1

There would be a dripping sound, a dank, putrid smell, a dirt or concrete floor, a chill that wouldn’t leave the air, and heavy chains. He’d not bothered to disabuse her of that notion. The scarier the dungeon was to her, the easier it would be to get her cooperation. In reality, the dungeon was none of those things. If what he’d been told by the servants who had gone to get her belongings was true, the dungeon was nicer than her apartment in the city had been. It was done in black and a tasteful deep red with occasional splashes of other colors like purples and greens and yellows. It had been an inside joke with his previous submissives that the dungeon was the color of death, blood, and br

Shadow replied. "Where is he now?" I asked. "In the dungeon." he replied. "Lead the way." I instructed, and Shadow led the way to my deadly dungeon;The dungeon where you go in alive but never come out alive. We got to the elevator, and instead of entering the elevator, we went a little away from the elevator, and Shadow pressed the switch by the wall, and the wall opened, revealing a stairs. Yeah, that's where my dungeon is. It's in a place you can never believe it is, behind a wall; a place no one could ever thought could exist here.

“Where are those thugs?” “They’re in the dungeon, King. Do you want to see them?” Draven replied. I nodded, a smirk tugging at my lips as I stood up. I could feel Cyrus’s excitement—he had been begging for his chance to have some playtime with those thugs, and now it was time to give him his treat. I made my way to the dungeon in the east wing of the palace. It was hidden within a long tunnel, heavily guarded by highly trained guards. Flames flickered along the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced in the dim light. This was the place where true horrors unfolded.

The Chief head of the dungeon immediately rushed out of the building to welcome us. “Alpha! Beta! Welcome!” He greeted me with a bow. “How are you Adams? We are here to see the rogue that was brought in yesterday!.” Jason spoke on our behalf. “I am fine, thank you for asking! Let me lead you to the rogue. Please follow me!”. Adams said and started to walk into the building. The whole building of the dungeon was constructed in a caved rogue. It’s about four stories high and it also contains about a two story high basement. The basement is where the most notorious and dangerous criminals are being kept.

Then I head down the street toward the club. The moment I reach the gate, the guy on duty looks me over. Diesel, I think his name is. “Back again?” He tilts his head and opens the gate. “Told you, I grew up in Hells Chrome. I miss it.” He chuckles. “That place went to shit.” “Yeah, I know. Everyone’s either dead or locked up.” He doesn’t say anything else, so I walk in. Inside, it’s busy but nowhere near as packed as it gets in the evenings. I head straight to the bar and sit down.

Sometimes it went on through his entire shift. The Dungeon on Level 85 was often the last place a colleague could be traced before being outsourced. Dink had no desire to be outsourced. Dink closed his eyes and deliberated whether to forward the information to Shroud or wait for more supporting information to show up. It wasn’t a good idea to bother Shroud with trivia, if he was in a bad mood. He might have a coke hangover. He could be ferocious then. Everybody got fucked up in Deep 6. It was the only way to survive in this bleak hellhole.

he answered with a frowning face. " Take me there," I ordered. "I need to torture him myself and see if he won't confess to those that send him." I thought in my head as my blood boiled with rage. I made my way to the dungeon with Philip trailing behind me. The underground is where the dungeon is located, I torture my enemies and get the truth out before killing them. It was constructed with thick walls so that the screams of the victims could not penetrate them and no sound could be heard from the outside.