Chaotic Underworlders Novels & Stories

In this building? Ethan slicked a tongue across his teeth, picking at something caught there with his thumbnail. 'The world beneath yours has always been here, although you've all been led to believe it was made for us. The Underworld. Hell. Whatever you want to call it. Most of you – well, the ones that believe anyway – think it's all fire and torment and yes, it's fucking full of torment sometimes, but there's no fire, no everlasting burning pits of Hell and it sure as fuck wasn't made by anyone but us. We fashion it how and where we choose. What you see here is just a pocket, nothing more, like a rip in the fabric of reality. When we group together, we can make larger pockets, using our u

Before answering, Ingrid took a new spoonful of the disgusting oatmeal “although your reasoning is valid for the simple undead like Zombies and Skeletons; beings like the Lich, the vampires and the mummies are something totally different " "What do you mean?" asked with a trembling voice Anna, Hugo's wife and Marcel's mother. Ingrid tasted the oatmeal on her palate before answering “simple, among the undead there are three categories of consciousness; the unreasonable, who are the weakest and most numerous type of undead, if not under control, are very similar to wild animals " "Don't all the undead hate the living?" asked Heidi rhetorically, Emrich's wife and mother of Myriam and Cassandra.

He added. Eurus completely felt different now that the scenery has changed. His feeling of worry worsen, and fear gripped his mind once again. The thought of it alone made his serene mind disappear as his mind was thinking of any other possibilities of some scary creature might as well exist in their world-a world of the game, rather. "W-what exactly is happening?" Eurus asked, his voice stirred up with fear." "Well, when 7:00 p.m strikes, the city shifts into something apocalyptic, and creatures like that becomes more aggressive," Luke stated. "Although they can be seen at morning time, more of them come out every 7:00 p.m."

Chapter 110: Journey In the realms beyond comprehension, Isabella and Luca found themselves in a chapter that defied the confines of space and time. They stood together, their souls entwined, amidst a tapestry of infinite possibilities—a tapestry that encapsulated the essence of existence itself. As they gazed upon the vast expanse before them, their hearts overflowed with a profound sense of purpose and gratitude. They had embarked on an eternal journey, transcending mortal limitations, and now they stood as guardians of the cosmic realms, entrusted with the responsibility of shaping the destiny of the universe. Isabella and Luca embraced their role as cosmic architects. With every intentio

“Sight and sound are irrelevant to them. Once they smell you, they will find you, and end you." ‎A chill crawled down my spine. ‎“That is unless— you end them first." I let out a small sigh. What was wrong with this system and dramatic effects? Would it have killed it to spit everything out in one go? ‎“These beasts are like no other. They are super fast. We call them the flash of the underworld,” it added brightly. ‎Great. Just great. ‎One more problem, to throw in the mix, like we weren't already in enough problems.

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

Lucas nodded, "They control the underworld—something you'd never think exists in this world." "And who are they?" "People who operate beneath the visible businesses. You won't be able to see them with your eyes or realize their actions through your thoughts. But they exist... like the roots of a tree growing deep and almost reaching the sky. They have a network that extends far beneath, too complex to understand, but they exist, and they make sure every business on the surface runs smoothly. They rule the underworld in their own ways—with whatever they desire. " Clara looked at Lucas in surprise. His explanation was difficult to understand, but unfortunately, she understood. She knew who Luc

“Wait, is this not Underworld? I asked, pointing at the floor. “No, silly.” she said, shaking her head and chuckling, “If this truly had been the Underworld, you would have been scared out of your wits. For the Underworld is a treacherous place, full of danger and despair. The very ground beneath is scorching hot, with lava-like molten fire that we call the Hellfire. It is a place few dare venture, and even fewer can survive.” My heart plummeted as my eyes widened in shock.

She nodded. She flew high above the lake, waiting for a portal to open. A flash of red came from the water. She aimed, wrapped Izzy in her left-wing, and dropped into the lake. A journey into the underworld was not a simple drop and you are there. Knowing how to maneuver the levels of hell without getting stuck is tricky. The watchers have to be avoided. The watchers were on each level. They serve the underworld. They have no compassion. They were once angels full of lust. Now they are the fallen. They are full of hate and vengeance.