Wolfs Dungeon Novels & Stories

I bring up the blueprints I managed to obtain from the High-Claw pack. Not in the right platforms either. They are probably 6 or 7 years old, but right now, this is my best option. If I remember correctly, they have guards stationed at every turning point, except for the dungeons, which lead to a set of stairs that head to the basements. This would give me solid access to the pack house. 'And why can't we just knock on the door and walk in?' Mina asks, and I roll my eyes in pure astonishment at my wolf's stupidity over that statement.

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.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

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.

The quest to the underworld will start in the following day, all have made their preparations for the said journey. They all decided to just meet at the entrance of Paene Cave at the break of dawn. Alpha Ulric will lead the way to the caves and gorge of Paene, this is the same cave that the fist wolves used to embark to the human realm. It is said that underneath this caves lies more than 400 caverns, numerous springs, waterfalls and rivers all leading to the heart of Laon.

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.

And he was anticipating it. In any event, he didn't care because every dungeon around here was common or uncommon rank, so he didn't mind. But what he didn't realize was that he was already on the second level, and Jin was intending to put him in a Rare rank dungeon instead. … We were currently in a dungeon. Henry was carefully inspecting his surroundings as he gazed at the beasts in front of him. Then, in the presence of the creatures, he prepared his fist. Seven grey wolves arrived, monsters with grey fur as a distinguishing feature. Henry was well aware that they were problematic beasts with excellent coordination. And he was certain they were not monsters one would encounter in a common

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

he said and started walking towards the dungeons area. As we descended down into the place because it was an underground establishment close to the really tall building, I could feel a stench. It was blood. I told myself that probably, this was just the blood from the escaped prisoner. However, my senses disputed my theory and then we got inside. I was horrified at what I was looking at. Two of my pack wolves were there dead as anyone could be. Their badly mangled bodies dangled from the chains that had been the final object of their demise. I could not believe what I was seeing and sincerely I was angered.