West Philly Dungeon Novels & Stories

But the truth was, they both knew that the monsters who called themselves men in those Lewis Street rings would try to kill him simply for sport. The driver stopped at the entrance to Lewis Street, and the two friends climbed out. The darkened alley that led to the tunnels was guarded by a tall, thick-necked brute of a man who grunted when Phillip mentioned Daniel Sheffield's name. He stepped aside and let them pass through a metal door to enter the tunnels. Dozens of lamps lit their way as they descended, following the sounds of raucous cheering. Suddenly the narrow tunnel opened into a massive cave where three rings had been erected. A row of cells filled the farthest wall, and men huddled

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.