Wolfs Dungeon Novels & Stories

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.

But as I looked back, I saw the glint of a familiar eye, as well as the shimmer of his dusty silver fur as he ran with the wind. Bloody tarnation. I turned around and ran faster. As panic started to overwhelm me, my mind racked for a plan to turn the situation around. This feels like a game of chase, like a cat chasing its mouse. But what if, the mouse is more than just a scared, dim-witted prey? The dungeon is close to the border. I know the cells are coated with wolfsbane, the poison for werewolves. And since wolfsbane only works on wolves, I, a human, will have no problem with it.

A deep, deafening roar that felt like it came from the depths of hell suddenly echoed through the dungeon. The sound carried warning and lethal intent, along with a dominance rooted deep within one's bloodline. The entire dungeon seemed to tremble from it. The color drained instantly from the guards' faces. Their bodies locked in place as if frozen by a spell. They didn't dare move at all. A massive silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness behind them. It completely blocked the doorway. It was a wolf. A giant wolf. Its fur was black and flawless. It was as if it could absorb every trace of light around it.

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

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell. “It would be nice to be able to know what types of creatures are in the area,” I think out loud. Alec looks glazed over for a minute then looks back at me with a smirk. “There are 4 wolves nearby, 1 light witch who’s not very powerful, and 2 bears.” It takes a minute for me to regain my composure before I can respond. “You motherfucker! Are you kidding me right now? Can you really tell that information? What, do you smell them or something?”