Chaotic Underworlders Novels & Stories

"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.

Dangerous and notoriously difficult to find, it had evaded authorities long before Chiri had joined the Alliance and would likely still exist long after she resigned. Her foul mood persisting, Chiri stood in the dank and fishy pools of water that coated the bottom of the tunnels. The underground network than ran beneath Urgsea serving to host all undesirable persons and business, the discarded papers and scraps littered along its paths floated to the surface. Sloshed about by the hoards, Chiri felt her stomach turn in revulsion as she lurked like an unpleasant specter amongst them. The paper she had received from their assailant instructing her to wait there, Chiri clicked her tongue aggrava

Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath. The doors groaned open, revealing a sprawling, heavily fortified bunker—more than a shelter, really. A hidden metropolis under the subways, packed with hundreds of rogue wolves, displaced Lycans, and underworld mercenaries who ran on rules outside the High Council’s laws. The second Dominic stepped inside, the chaotic noise basically died. Every Lycan in the cavernous chamber dropped to one knee, bared their necks, full submission to the Supreme King.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

He searched around for Kahvis, who was doing the same for Lucifer. "We need to move to the pleasure district. Defeating these enemies is a waste of yours and my time. Killing Fenral, Garuuk, and Lysandrea will signal the true fall of this place." He said while landing. The three Lucifer were referring to are the three heads of the Underground. Sometimes referred to as "A Cerberus of malice" by various beings around the world. Fenral is a former lycan ruler that now leads the security of the Underground. Garuuk is one of Moloch's commanders who oversees a part of the pleasure district where victims can be used as live training dummies or bodies for experiments. Lysandrea is a powerful elf who

Alpha was relieved for a moment, the underworld is Tess turf, she just had to say the word and a whole mercenary group would be wiped out but he worried because he was sure her Crest wasn't in her hands, without the crest, no one can recognise her as the leader of the underworld. Although being an island, the underworld is vast with many villages and at the core of the island lays the "City" the abode of the influential and of course, the leader of the underworld. The security around the core of the underworld, the village of the Stants. The name Stants originated from a family name of the leaders of the underworld dated back in the older generations. The Stants just like the De Vries family

Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

It refers to her biological child. The witches panic after casketing the abomination hybrid witch, vampire, and devise a clever plan. They seek and kill the hybrid's last blood, then gather all of their brilliant and powerful people to create a separate area where the wolves and vampires can be hidden. They are constructing an underground. A million miles in the sky. Where the war would end and everyone could live in peace. But what they didn't realize was that a survivor was emerging from the hybrid's body. Who lives in the underworld, millions of miles above the earth? But now that the hybrid was about to wake up as a result of her blood,

"That's fucked up! What about your mother? She never said anything to your father about his creepy ways of protection?" Irritated by his words, I pursed my lips. "Creepy? Did you call my dad a creep?" He snorted. "A psychopath is a more accurate word but then again in the underworld everyone is" I frowned. "What's the underworld?" The amused expression got replaced by shock. He stood up straight and approached me with calculative steps. "You don't know anything about the underworld? The fucking La Cosa Nostra?" I shook my head. "No one has ever told me anything about it"

Every people who have the connection on that underworld is someone having a big fame or a big money so they can have the ability to pay the underworld people for The Dirty works that they have to do. Join the Adventurers Guild and that Information Guild that was placed on that side. It can be said that the underworld is a hidden place for every normal person. It isn’t some simple market where a child can go walking around. It was some kind of place that you wouldn’t want to be at. Every sign of crime can be seen in that area. For all that have been working in that place or criminals, they ordered people who wouldn’t even know whether they are innocent or not.