10 Novel(s) Related To Urban Novels

CHAPTER 71 CORA’S POV The moment I stepped into the United City of Werewolves–my breath caught in my throat I had never seen anything like it There were massive towers everywhere. Sky scrapers that touched the sky. There were billboards and glowing streetlights and the scent of hundreds of different packs in the air. Wolves. Vampires. Humans. This wasn't the quiet pack town I had known. This place indeed a city and it was indeed beautiful. It was beautiful and terrifying because it was big. It was bigger than more than fifty pack towns combined.

Men like John Leda merely offered an expensive bandage without fixing the underlying wound. At the edge of the city, closest to the walls encircling it, it was harder to believe that fucking lie of hope and salvation. The stench of Metal Row alone during the height of summer was enough to make good citizens retch and quarantine themselves into their homes. But for those of The Fringe, it was just a way of life. The season of rot from the drug addicts and unloved decomposing in the abandoned buildings. Just another July day really.

Until the community grew into a town, into a rural city, until it became urbanized. But with the growth of the once quiet land, chaos began to flow. As the city welcomes all kinds of people, crime and violence soon follow. At first, simple theft, violent altercations here, and there. The worst that Burton Grove survived aside from the civil war, was a couple o gang violence.

The Anatomy of the Urban-Attrition The descent into the city was a journey through a "Causal-Graveyard." As their black sedan—a relic of the old world’s luxury, now powered by "Resonance-Cells"—tore through the streets of Manhattan, Avery saw the "Standardization" taking hold. The "Living-Canopies" of the skyscrapers were dying, their bioluminescent glass turning back into opaque, soulless steel.

“They are where humans live, outside of their cities.” Suburbs, I learned, were larger than villages and stretched for miles and miles. Humans liked space, each home was the same with different shades in the same color scheme, each yard was the same, each mailbox was the same. Humans were, by all accounts, boring. The suburbs gave way to larger roads that became more tangled, and on the horizon I saw a glow. “Crystal City,” Damien pointed up ahead. The space outside of the city became more wild and dark. There was an element of crime, and I could see people in tents and sleeping under bridges. “Damien, why are they not caring for their pack?” I gasped.

As a licensed hunter, she was allowed to arm within premises of multiple establishments and she could kill dangerous other-races but the evidence was essential in any case and the risk for the jail time was always there. Her destination was downtown. During the rush hour, it’d take at least half an hour to cover the distance, if she was lucky. As she stood by her car, she saw her reflection in the window. Her favorite maroon shirt and jeans. She had not looked in the mirror before she left the apartment. Her red hair was down, her eyes were hollow. She looked horrible. Her car moved slowly along the heavily trafficked roads. Umbre City was famous for many things, but the most significant three would be: its size as one of the biggest cities in America; having multiple magic races and cultures more than any city in the world; and its traffic jams.

These powerful Underlings learned that if their un-living host killed a living being and infected it with the essence of other spirits, then they could give passage to the spirits and Wraiths of their choosing—angry, malignant entities that only wanted to do damage—entities that the Mother would have never consented to. Soon humans were being killed for food, to generate more of their kind, or in fits of bloodlust. Instead of dining on the life-blood of animals, they had hideous urges to drink from their own human brother or even each other. The spark of humanity was extinguished in these violent undead. They could not procreate or resist the bloodlust that tried to consume them. They became known as the Neratomay.

If you’re interested in paranormal urban stories, they often provide a mix of suspense, intrigue, and a touch of magic in an otherwise mundane world. **Paranormal Urban** refers to a subgenre of fiction that combines elements of the **paranormal** (supernatural occurrences, creatures, or phenomena) with a modern **urban setting**. This genre often explores the coexistence of everyday city life with hidden or mysterious supernatural worlds. ### Key Characteristics: 1. **Paranormal Elements**: - Supernatural beings like vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, fae, or demons. - Psychic powers, curses, or magical artifacts.

The one who rises and shows they will lead and demand blood for those who cross us become untouchable. I’m that one. The demons may not have a true queen, but that’s exactly what I’ve become to those who inhabit the streets of Chicago, poised and ready to feed off all the innocence constantly wandering the streets. Large cities overpopulated, unassuming humans too enthralled in everyday life and attempting to find pleasure in touristy attractions make for the best snacks. We relocated here some decades ago, growing tired of New York City and the wolf packs lingering in upstate New York and Pennsylvania, constantly chomping at the bit to destroy another of my kind, my family.

There is no such thing as utopia--One person's paradise can easily be another person's hell. We created Crescent City to be a shining utopia for supernaturals, a place of peace and prosperity. But it was built on the labor of witches and only those in power lived in true peace. Poor wolves, hybrids, humans and witches were all second-class citizens to the werewolves in charge.