Dungeon Man Romane & Geschichten

This was a matter of life and death. After a lengthy discussion, the group of men got a key and headed to the Morningstar manor’s dungeon… There were eighteen doors leading into the dungeon, each sufficiently booby-trapped and some even sealed with formations. This was to prevent unauthorized entry and also to make it incredibly difficult for escape attempts. Either way, after passing through those doors, the group found themselves in a cavern. They were now close to where the lunatic was being confined…

leftover scraps of bad memories that he didn’t bother taking with him when he disappeared. Dante wasn’t a good dad. He wasn’t a good man. Heck, he wasn’t even a decent human being. Whenever he got the chance, he’d hit Mom, forcing me to hide under the bed, clamping my own hands over my mouth, listening to the sounds of things breaking and Mom screaming.

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

Orlando We stopped at the first cell of three. The girls looked ready to throw up, I felt the same as them the first time I came down here, but as time went by I got used to it. So did Daniel. "Why are we down here Orlando?" We're here to get the truth ladies." I said putting the key in the lock tuning it. I pushed the metal door open to the dungeon. There was very little light coming on from the small window but it was enough to see who was in there. We usually had around ten prisoners in here but we thought it was best to separate the two asholes so they couldn't conspire.

My dad's eyes flash golden and many rogues back up. "attack!!!!",the rogue from the ground yells and they do and we clash together hard. We start by fighting in human form before we shift and attack. Scar loves being out and we go through many but more show up. "my pack is here!,Issac says as he punches a rogue,keep tight formation ",he yells at his men. The fighting continues and I don't miss the coven joining in and soon the rogues drop. Aunt May is strong as hell as she flicks her wrist and rogues drop.

Dizzy or not, I push up from the floor and shift, placing myself in a defensive position. Goddess, the reek in here is ten times worse in wolf form. A light clicks on, blinding me for a second before I recognize what’s in front of me: cell bars. I’m in a dungeon. Where? “Oh, look,” a voice snarls. My vision is fuzzy at first, but I quickly adjust to the light and see a short, portly man with a partially bald head. “The bitch is awake.” “Yeah, but she’s a wolf,” the man next to him complains. He’s skinny, excessively so, with his pants hanging baggy on his body. “What fun is that?”

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

ariel:- that really beautiful story but what happens if she spends time with a male angle and forgets about you. old man:- I think that someone going to die with my hand. ariel:- sorry can you tell me about the dungeon before you kill me, I want to know. old man:- you stubborn kid, ok I tell you to listen, their only one dungeon exists here, which is very dangerous as you might know, 5 thousand people killed by it. ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide.

Damien The dungeon was a cold, damp chamber beneath the packhouse, lit by a single flickering lantern. I stood outside the cell, my arms crossed, glaring at the rogue who had shifted back into his human form. The man was wiry, with scars running across his face and arms. He sat slumped against the wall, his breathing ragged but his eyes defiant. I signaled for the guard to open the cell and I went in with Rowan standing just outside. I glared at the man who was looking at me without any fear in his eyes.