West Philly Dungeon Novels & Stories

Zane had removed his shirt and shoes and left them in their bedroom before he went to put things together for their evening. They had turned one room of their little cottage into a playroom. Derek had offered to get them guest passes to The Playroom, the private dungeon where he was a member. Zane had turned him down, at least for now. He was sure Dara was a long way from having sex in that environment. The man she'd been with belonged to a dungeon that Derek told him had one of the worst reputations in the area. The man had pimped her out to his friends, putting no restrictions on anything. She had both physical and mental scars from that experience.

Leo yelled-whispered, and then yanked the keys of the dungeons and threw it towards me. Catching the keys, I fumbled around until I found the specific key labeled "D" for dungeons. I opened the lock with a loud clang. Inside, the dungeon was worse than I remembered. Narrow cells lined both sides, iron bars rusted and bent, and the floor was slick with moisture and filth. A few prisoners stirred as we passed, eyes following us from the dark. I saw hope flaring and dying just as fast when they saw who we were and where we were going.

my goodness this place really smells badly ,i begin to throw up ,if i stay hear any longer i might just pass out ,the smells coming from the locked up prisoners who haven't had a shower in ages ,along with blood smells coming from all the injuries on their bodies from all the beating the warriors have been giving to them . The dungeon is built like a railway tunnel ,and runs all the way deeper into the darkness ,i can hear loud cry and screams coming from depths ,i can only imagine the terror that's going on far in there and for how long exactly. Tyler what a bastard he hasn't seen or heard the last from me at all ,i can't believe he even killed his father in cold blood such a heartless and

The dungeon smells terrible; I suppose the way anyone would imagine them to smell – piss, vomit, shit, ugh, great. There are two dungeons in Dalgaard Mansion. The dungeon to the west isn’t really what you’d call a dungeon; it’s more like a basic hotel. Though the rooms are cells, they have beds and working toilets with small sinks. Those cells are reserved for anyone who pisses off the King or Queen. People who haven’t really done anything wrong but need to be shown who’s boss without losing their lives.

“Based on our investigation, we are certain that the previous chief is being held in Dragon’s Dungeon.” Dragon’s Dungeon? Andrius was slightly surprised. “You can go now.” “Yes, Chief.” After the man left, Andrius and Noir frowned. Dragon’s Dungeon was one of the most infamous prisons in Florence. It was located near the Central Warzone, under the jurisdiction of Baron Von Doom, the Central Warzone Master. Only the most notorious criminals with extraordinary power or unusual foreign spies were locked up thee, and Black Hawk was one of them. The security was so tight there it was impossible to break out.

Zach said and Phil breathed out again. "Can you tell me?" Phil asked and Zach gave him a look "Like I said before, I am handling this mission by myself and I will not tell any, and again the dungeon that he is been put in no one is allowed to enter inside it except me" Zach said his face unnerving making Phil to nod and look away.

"Do not laugh. We'd better clean this tomb first." "Ok." Darla and Noah start cleaning Philiph's grave. They pulled the grass near Philiph's grave, removed the cigarette butts, then finally Darla brought out their bottle of alcohol and peanut bread. Those two were Philiph's favorite foods and drinks. After spending an hour there, Darla spoke to Noah. "We'd better go now. Don't you want to eat at a good restaurant?” Darla asked as a reminder because she was getting uncomfortable here. Darla tries to avoid the debt collectors who may still be on the loose.

Right now, I was flirting with the idea of tying it closed and just leaving it that way all night. I glanced at the clock again and saw that barely five minutes had gone by. "UGH!" I cried and stormed out of the car, unable to sit still anymore. Swinging the club door open, the first thing to hit me was that it was so incredibly quiet inside. Normally, the hard erotica tempo music would be almost deafening. Right now, however, the silence was. Hesitantly, I took the stairs down to the giant vault door that was the welcome mat for The Dungeon. I had heard that this place had once been an old bank. But had been closed for many, many years before Reed finally bought it.

I look into the window and muttered, “The man has some similarity with Cat. Did you see his face?” “Yeah, the facial feature was too similar, but it could be a coincidence, so let’s not make any assumption for now.” Zephyr warned me and he drove in silence for a while. After we have arrived at the hideout, I took Cattleya into her bedroom, while Zephyr took the mysterious man into the dungeon. We do have a dungeon, although probably not in the medieval style, like some human thought about mystic blood lifestyle. The dungeon is for the lab and also to keeping people that were probably our enemy or intruder.

Devon had already been locked back in the dungeon. I met Morgan and the warriors at the entrance of the dungeon. Killian allowed me inside while he stayed outside with the other guys, but I knew everyone would be listening to our conversation. As soon as I went inside, I rushed to the bars separating Devon and me. "Devon," I called out to my friend, laying almost motionless on the humid floor of the dungeon. Devon was a strong warrior in my father's pack. Whatever Killian and his warriors did to him broke him badly.