Novel & Cerita Wolfs Dungeon

It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

“Is the room beside Cole’s taken yet?” “No sir. Only four members of the White Moon pack where non-smokers and there were four females between the two packs so sixteen members of White Fang and White Moon packs ended up on the third floor and four took the first floor of building ‘B’ and the four she-wolves are in building ‘C’ first floor.” “Well that’s a good thing for what I need. Do you have your own master key?” “Yes, sir”

"Here. The drainage system. It runs beneath the entire keep, carrying waste and rainwater to the river. The channels are narrow, but a determined wolf could crawl through them." "How narrow?" Rowan asked. "Wide enough for a small wolf. A pup, maybe, or a very slender adult." Doran looked at me. "Your brother is injured. He won't be able to crawl through those tunnels. But a rescue team could use them to get inside." "And once inside?" Kael stepped forward, his expression intent. "How do we reach the dungeons without being seen?"

Soon enough, the omegas from Crimson Blood streamed out of the building and began to fight his men. "Lucien," Rowan said through the mind-link. "Bring some people with me. We're going straight to the dungeons." "Roger," Lucien replied. A group of wolves attempted to drive Rowan back as he ran through the main street in the compound, but his omegas quickly engaged them. Soon, Lucien was behind him, along with other omegas. "The dungeons are north of here," he said, as they encountered more wolves and fought them off. Their eyes glowed, and when Rowan pushed them off in the middle of the skirmish, he noticed they were far tougher than normal wolves. He had suspected this from the last time, bu

Daphne shook her head, “It’s better than the forest and we’re grateful.” Blade nodded and led them further into the city. They passed through the busiest part of town and headed up a hill. Nearby was a sturdy-looking building and a large field where werewolves seemed to be training. Between them was a modest house that reminded her a bit of her little cabin. A pang of longing went through her at the thought. What would become of all her books and things? Would someone find it and move in? Had the werewolves destroyed it? “That building there is the dungeon,” Blade said, pulling her out of her thoughts. “And the training grounds are over there. Don’t worry about the dungeon too much. There is

Salen sighed, letting her pull her along. "What do you mean help me? Maggie, there's nothing we can do." They made their way out the back door and towards the run-down building that contained the entrance to the pack's dungeons. Deep below the first floor held three stories of stone cells and silver doors. They could contain even the strongest of werewolves, and were built to be sound-proof for any circumstances. "Maggie, I don't really feel comfortable-" She shushed her, motioning towards the farthest stall on the bottom floor. "Just follow me. And please, please be quiet. We can't afford being caught down here." Salen nodded, sealing her lips shut. Maggie grabbed an old key from hanging on

Only the Alpha held the keys to the room. “I want to see the underground dungeons,” Cora said, her face expressionless. Ferguson's eyes squinted as he stared into her face. “Are you sure about that?” She nodded. The underground dungeon was where the most hardened of criminals—rogue wolves especially—were imprisoned never to see the daylight again; wolves who had committed serious treason—traitors who had betrayed the pack or their Alpha. Two wolves stood guard at the door and they bowed as Ferguson approached. “Open it.”

All that’s left is the mountain itself. However— “A dungeon…?!” The wolves found a cave at the west side, the base of the mountain. At the end of the cave, there’s a passageway leading to the underground. We are currently at the cave entrance, with fourteen wolves and eight snow leopards with us. They are currently waiting for my decision— to explore the dungeon or not. To be honest, the wolves and snow leopards have been using search magic along the way as they explore the forest.

It was a wall that was built so high under that ground and a few openings and the wall to the people inside of it. "You've finally arrived at the underground dungeon where people are cast away and made to be forgotten forever; however, I need you to pause here while I take a look at the inside." "I think someone has been cast in here recently," I said to them as I walked closer to the small opening on the wall of the building and peeped into it. To my surprise, it was not just one, but over 20 wolves that were locked in. I was surprised to see all of them, and they seemed so scared, staying quietly, thinking whatever was coming was coming for them.

I walked outside, blood still dripping from the blades in my hand as I stood beside Elira, our breaths ragged from the fight. The bodies of the guards lay scattered, their weapons clustered all over the dungeon floor. The cold air was thick with smoke and the smell of blood. Then, the echo of hurried footsteps filled the silence. Aether and Andrew and behind them Castillo, Laziel, and Nelson followed suit with other warrior wolves, fifty in number. They stormed into the dungeon like a force of nature, their wolves trailing behind with snarls in their throats and rage in their eyes.