West Philly Dungeon Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

"Alpha, we found two suspects. But they're just getting paid to do their jobs. They haven't told me mastermind. Do you want to interrogate them yourself?" "Sure, I'll be right there now." "To avoid public discussion in the human world, I will personally escort them to your dungeon in your werewolf territory." I immediately drove to the dungeon as fast as I could. This was my special place for rogues and rule-breaking werewolves. It also holds prisoners from other packs, as it is the largest in the universe and has the largest variety of penalties. I haven't been to the dungeon for a long time. As soon as I arrived there, I picked a seawater-soaked, roughest leather whip as my penal weapon. B

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

Bang! Before Willy Fadden finished his words, Philip went over and stomped on his chest viciously! Crack! At that moment, Willy felt as if several of his ribs seemed to be broken. His breathing became rapid, and it hurt him to even breathe. “You said just now that you have the backing of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. Which one is it? The Hall of the Underworld or the Hall of Evil?” Philip lowered his eyebrows, his eyes flashing with unusual coldness.

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

His work has also appeared in several short story anthologies and online literary magazines. Phil Hore Phil likes to point out he was one of the last children born before man walked on the moon. He’s worked at Australia’s National Dinosaur Museum, the Australian War Memorial, National Film and Sound Archives, the Australian National Botanic Gardens, London’s Natural History Museum, the Field Museum in Chicago and The Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History. Published in newspapers and magazines across the globe, Phil is the paleo-author for the world’s longest running dinosaur magazine, The Prehistoric Times. He’s also been a comic shop manager, a cinema projectionist, a theatre tec

Humans liked to snoop and I didn’t want her in here. Phillip Cartwright had been spotted in New York, the last picture was taken off a security company’s camera six hours earlier, entering a scrap yard just off Lincoln Avenue in Mott Haven. There were seven adjacent buildings and this wouldn’t be easy. I couldn’t really go in alone, if I chose the wrong building they could evacuate the others and get away, yet again.