West Philly Dungeon の小説・ストーリー

Phil ran and saw the stairs going down, he took it but somehow ended up in the basement, the walls shifted once again as Phil frantically ran in no particular direction. He opened the door to his left and it lead to a deep pit, he tried opening the door to his right and it lead him back to the doll room, Phil quickly closed it as he heard Vicky's screaming outside of the room. Phil was slowly getting tired and his breathing was getting heavier. He ran for minutes until he found a hatch, he opened it to try his luck and saw a hallway, he decided to jump and found himself on the ground floor. Phil rejoiced since he was close to the exit now, he ran towards the exit a little exhausted. Phil too

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.

He had once again managed to convince her. They used the back entrance of the villa and headed to the basement. It was like a man cave for Phil. He had all his sexcapades there with numerous girls. “Omg, do you hear that?” “Hear what?” Phil responded. “Urm, maybe I heard wrong. These pills are probably kicking in.” But the fact that she remotely heard something already triggered Phil’s sixth sense. As the son of a cartel leader, he knew for certain that the enemy could be lurking at any time.

Emma asked. I realized now where I’d heard that word before. In all of my research about the history of Philadelphia and the places where Gibbon might be hiding, I’d read about one or two that gave me the creeps, particularly the one I now believed he might be hiding out in. “Klondike was what the prisoners called the cells below ground at Eastern State Penitentiary,” I explained. “The solitary confinement pens.”

Gently, he helps me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says and piggybacks me out of the chamber. We reach the dungeon soon after. It is a distance away from Helios’ chamber and is located under the surface of the Morningstar land. The dungeon is dark, cold and deprived of sunlight. It is a living hell down here. We pass a few cells where prisoners of war and rogues are bound to the cavern walls by metal cords. Hellish faces grin at us from the shadows even as others beg for us to free them.

"I'll look into it and see what I can do." Phil eventually left the house to go hunting later that night, after Gwen had already turned in for the night. He considered New York City to be one of his most productive hunting areas. No matter what time of night it was, it was never difficult to locate prey. It could be a drunken beggar down on his luck, a world-weary hooker trawling for one last trick before calling it a night, or a small-town tourist who was foolish enough to go out alone after midnight. Prey was never hard to find.

We just want to be happy together, why do we have to encounter something like this? We walked behind the mansion, from there, there is a door that was connected underground where the dungeon was located. My heart’s beat was getting louder and louder as we descended downstairs. Behind me is Alpha Morris and three shifters that are higher ranked gamma. When we were finally underground, we continued walking until we saw the dungeons. There are prisoners inside that seemed like they’ve been there for a long time. I feel bad for them, they looked so thin, and haven’t had a bath for ages. What about Felix?

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.

I wrapped my arms around the tree trunk and slithered down it until my feet landed on the ground. Scanning the woods for any sign of Asher, Jake, Tyler, or Lucas, I found the forest relatively empty. I turned on the directions on my phone and followed them to a dirt road that led back into blood moon. The closer I got to town, the more people I saw who were out this late at night. I ignored the desperate faces of incubi wanting to get their fixes of human girls. That was what The Dungeon was for if they wanted to suck a girl dry of blood, lust, or life.

The moonlight slipping through the dense canopy in silvery streaks cast a glow on the structure and I let myself take a moment to take it in. But this is not what I came for tonight. I turn and take another path to the right and walk deeper. The trees grow denser, the underbrush thicker, until the landscape opens to reveal a dark, moss-covered structure buried deep in the earth. The entrance is a jagged, weathered doorway that leads underground, the faint scent of damp stone and decay wafting up as I descend the narrow, winding steps. The Prison, or as the pack kids used to like calling it- the Dungeon- hasn't been used in nearly a century. Used once upon a time to hold only the most heinous