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.

We both knew this was Lila’s doing. Bastien and I exchanged similar looks before we headed to the chapel. He knew this place way better than I did and knew exactly where the underground dungeon was. We ran down a long corridor until we reached a wooden door in the back corner. We used our bodies to break through the door frame and race down the dark stares, emerging ourselves with the shadows. I didn’t hear any talking, which meant whoever was supposed to stand guard was probably preoccupied with something else. The dungeon was made up of multiple cells and the entire place reeked of mildew and blood. I had a moment of panic thinking it could be Lila. Until we reached the cell and froze when

“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.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

he said leading me down a velvet carpeted hallway. We walked past a lot of closed doors ignoring the sound of squeaking beds and moans and the occasional scream. He lead's into the depths of the underworld and it lived up to its name. It was new York's worst kept secret the sex dungeon to end all sex dungeons. The place where most of the shady business deals in this city go down in other words it was a sinners playground. And it was Hades domain, Hades was the leader of the new York city syndicate an organization that deals with Assassinations and espionage. It was costamary that when visiting New York that you let him know that you'll be there.