Chaotic Underworlders Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hi everyone! In the interest of not taking away from the dialogue for excessive world-building, I made an index with the rules of this universe. In terms of Gods/Goddesses, I follow Greek mythology, but I’ve also taken pieces from different folklore and added my own twist. Underworld (There are a few realms/subrealms here, so if there's any confusion, let me know, and I will clear it up). Any being in the underworld is immortal but can be killed by ripping its head off and burning the body. They all wield dark magic but have unique powers.

Maybe they are into so seriously kinky shit, he chuckles. *Don't worry baby girls, I'll get your Mama back, I promise!* Niklaus smiles fangs barely showing, as he hears Papa Mojo's thoughts. Matt joins them in the Cockpit and straps them in. "Xibalba, the Underworld, a realm of eternal darkness, where the sun never shines and rivers flow with blood. A place where the dead reign supreme and the living are mere prey. The Lords of Xibalba, Ah Puch, and Ix Tab, rule with an iron fist, their hearts as cold as the stone that entombs the damned." this is one of my bucket list trips, he is super excited.

She was in my kitchen, having coffee with Kai while the twins were off training with the reformed Collective members. “They call themselves the Unbound. A reality that exists outside normal dimensional laws. They claim to be children of pure chaos. Beings who reject all structure, all order, all limitation.” Elder Thorne pulled up images. “And they want to join the Cosmic Council.” The images showed beings that hurt to look at. Constantly shifting forms. Existing in states that defied description. They were beautiful and terrifying simultaneously. “Children of chaos,” Kai repeated slowly. “That sounds problematic given we just stabilized reality through imposing order.”

Coming back to the bed, he pointed to the big fluffy pillows. "Lay back and spread your legs," Spitfire ordered in the tone of voice that Guru never said no to. Even if Doll had the instinct to fight it, his movement suggested otherwise as he abandoned the blanket and did as Spitfire commanded. "It's not Hades's fault. We were playing with Underworld auras we never should have touched." The no-fur's words were laced with a shame that would not help the problem. Anything summoned from the Underworld was created with the sole purpose of punishment. "We try too hard to make the world our playground. To make it our little game, but what choice do we have?"

After that she excused herself knowing her, I knew she was going out to let out some screams. "And I am Alaric," another voice came after with his hand stretched, reluctantly I took the hand of the man behind who is now in front of me. His voice even deeper and his hands cold. His aura is even stranger than that of the Devil's. "I have heard a lot about you," his words took me by surprise. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the devil trying to stretch his hands too. "How about I show you around if somebody hasn't yet...sir?" I said to Alaric who smiled with only a single brow arched. Of the three men in front of me, he appears the strangest with his direct eye contact.

And I will be sure to wipe out the entire Whitlock and the witch that is helping them. “Your highness,” Ezra called from afar. I could not go into the underworld alone. I might be strong but not strong enough to take on the entire underworld. The underworld consisted of rogues, half breeds, ostracized witches and every kind of rejects there was. The underworld was a lawless place, bound by no treaty and honor meant nothing there. I would need help, in case trouble arises. “Your highness, s….” “Everything else can wait. Get Fang and bring the car around, we are going to the underworld.”

“Your treachery knows no bounds. Please learn to take jokes.” “Treachery? You want to use me as monster chow. And I would never feed you.” “But that BLT was delicious...” he said, forlorn. “Fine. I can do without domestic services. What I do need, however, is something underworlders find appetizing: namely, nubile young women-” “-Nubile? Did you really just say that?-” “-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-”

It was made to the shooting animals and then, slowly shooting humans on the way. Because of the harsh competition among his own adoptive sons who wanted to take over his place, we the adoptive brothers were always trying to win against each other. It took me a long time and effort to win all of them and gain a place that I am on today. Eagle, the name whole Underworld know but the face which is still unknown to the world. Secret and the hidden identity are the major characteristics of the Underworld. We can not risk ourselves to the world who are ready to handover us to the cops as soon as they find all about us.

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.