Chaotic Underworlders Novels & Stories

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Looking at her face, he smiled gently and said, 'Don't worry, I'm fine. He knew very well about his body, and it would be fine. Cassie looked at the blush on his face and was a little worried. She felt that it was not a cold, but a fever. 'Don't worry. If I don't feel well, I'll tell you.' After Javen finished speaking, he set off. The Underworld was located in the suburbs. This place was quite hidden, so ordinary people couldn't find it at all. Cassie was an excellent hacker, so she knew where every Underworld was in different cities.

she said, an emotion I couldn't fathom flashed in her eye, she shook her head, and her eyes was back to the normal aloof and dull look. She glanced at me, as If contemplating to say something or not, she finally did. “He's the Patriarch of the Azura's underworld activities.” “Underworld?!” I blurted out. Dose this still exist? Stories I've heard about the underground activities isn't close to nice, they are dangerous and cruel. I quickly poured myself another shot and gulped it down. She immediately looked around ourselves again, to make sure no one was hearing us, She looked at me again and I swear, I felt a sudden wave of adrenaline cursing through me.

She was very empathetic by nature, so this allowed her to get some form of justice for all of the victims of the fuckers that she cleansed. My hand found its way to her ass while we were walking through the marble corridors, not missing the shudder that went down her spine when I groped her. Who could blame me for taking each opportunity that presented itself to touch her? I had to admit that I liked the lightness that was seen all around us. It was the opposite of what many people would assume the Underworld would be like. There were various levels, each one housing certain clearance levels. The worst of the worst were found at the deepest portion, surrounded by stimuli that was meant to dr

" I don't care to know how many universes and Dimensions exist, All I really care about right now is the assholes that took the Coffin of Exle Gel doncra, I need to find it and hand it over to the Master of the Underworld " Mysterious growled. " Are you working for the Master of the Underworld? " Storm asked. " Of course not Storm, I bow to no one and I will never bow to anyone, The Master of the Underworld has the cure to my true illness and I need it, Besides me been a seed to Armageddon makes my inner darkness to grow " Mysterious answered.

Emilia stammered. Alas, she didn't get to escape after all. Rocco dismissed the guests, and soon, his subordinates came back with the information they'd found. The more he read, the tighter his hands curled. His expression was dark, and his gaze hardened with ferocity. Suddenly, he laughed. Seeing his reaction, Emilia was so terrified that she couldn't stop shaking. The way he'd been doting on her all this time had made her forget that he was a ruthless mafia don, someone who'd dared to barge into his rival's territory and chop off his rival's thumb.

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

"Mission failed. You're going to be wiped out. Do you want to restart the mission and keep trying to save the underworld queen, Daniela Falcone?" I shook my head. "Just wipe me out." "Understood. Wipe-out protocol initiated. You have 72 hours left." I closed my eyes. The silence around me felt deafening. A second later, like a man possessed, I tapped open Luca Bianchi's livestream. He was broadcasting from the hilltop villa Daniela had bought for him. On screen, he stood at an easel mixing paints, an oversized shirt hanging off him and a hair tie looped around his wrist.

Albert added in their conversation. “As far as I heard, when the Underworld was fairly small and only operated organised crimes. And there was some sort of compromise back then and peace was kept but now, everything has been rowdy and out of control. So I guess they needed to do some clean up.” Hestia said and Albert gained new knowledge and perspective about the matter. Now he knows why they are understaffed at the moment, that even people in the Intelligence Department were mechanised to move. “We really need to grind for this.”

The heat radiating from him was intense, completely enveloping me, smelling of rich cedarwood, clean linen, and the sharp, smoky trace of expensive scotch. ‘​I’m dreaming,’ I thought, the liquor swirling lazily in my brain, turning my consciousness into a slow-moving fog. ‘Yeah, definitely dreaming. The alcohol finally melted my gray matter.’ ​There was absolutely no logical way the Mad Dog of the Underworld—the cold, ruthless beast who ran this city from the shadows—was carrying a disheveled, barefoot woman down his private hallway like a fragile piece of porcelain. In my past life, men like Lucien Giovanni didn't carry people; they had them dragged away, discarded, or buried.