Chaotic Underworlders Novels & Stories

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"

I have a lot of wealth under me more than u can imagine and I can end ur life with just a snap of my finger so don't dare to mess with me cause the moment u do so u will be a dead person for sure and I am a man of my words. I have a mafia of my own. Even though my father has one I want to make my own all by myself. We are known as NIGHT KILLERS cause most of our missions are completed at night. We are the number one mafia in the world. My dad's mafia is number 2 known as DEADLY KNIGHTS There is also another mafia which is at number 2 but its leader is unknown and no one knows a thing about him, no information can be found about him no matter how much u try.

Thus, with a confident grin and a significant measure of trepidation, Scarlett initiated a perilous game of cat and mouse with Kristof, deep within the underbelly of the underworld. "So, how did you find yourself in this underworld, Kristof?" she inquired, as he guided their path, his gaze radiating warmth, though his thoughts were consumed by the anger he felt witnessing others attempting to assist Klaus in retrieving his brothers. "You should not have ventured here, Scarlett. It is a torment," he replied. "Klaus sends people into this abyss, fully aware that they are unlikely to survive." As they navigated the twisting passages of the underworld, the air became heavy with the odor of decay

Fuck, I'd missed this. "The Underworld is broken down into regions," Dad began, gesturing with his hands as if drawing an invisible map. "The outer regions are what you might call our 'tourist attractions.' Anyone can visit, as long as they've got the juice to cross the boundary without turning into a crispy critter." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Tourist attractions? In Hell?" I snorted. "Where do you think Vegas got its inspiration from?" Dad grinned. "Exactly. In those outer regions, you'll find the tamest stuff. Lust sects, gambling dens, a dash of minor violence – you know, to keep things interesting. It's all fun and games until you cross the River Styx."

They were a couple made in hell, black and black… uniting forces to destroy who wronged them once. The world once two cheaters burnt down was being reborn that night. The world once two cheaters destroyed was never as destroyed as they thought. Maybe, what they never knew was that from the mere ashes, from the mere destruction, from the mere ruins, the most powerful people emerged. Maybe Lucian was right, just those who were destined to be black were the same ones who were whiter than anyone and anything one day The world and the people two cheaters hurt was reborn.

My mouth goes dry. "That's why the New Order wants him," Torres continues. "They believe that if they can harness his instability—if they can force a full break—they can control what comes through. They can weaponize the Underworld itself. Armies of spirits. Old gods. Whatever they can drag out. And they'll start with him." He opens the folder just enough for me to see the top page: a satellite image of the city. There's a red circle around the university and another circle around the Lakewood estate. There are also lines connecting them.

I pulled the golden energy inward, wrapping it around the child and my own heart, creating a silent, internal furnace. Suddenly, Silas halted at the front of the line, his fire-blade held high. "Wait. Something is moving in the quartz." From the translucent walls, figures began to emerge. They weren't Void-Wolves, and they weren't Frost-Walkers. They were small, grey-skinned creatures with elongated limbs and eyes the size of saucers—The Echo-Dwellers. They were the scavengers of the Under-Realm, creatures that lived off the memories of the things that fell into the River of Shadows.

He laughed and moved away when he heard Mars' sulky voice, and before she asked why he was laughing, she furrowed her eyebrows as she suddenly felt his anger. " Alpha Zen," Marcus uttered to put all his focus on him " Just like you said, we found a big underground warehouse that we can't touch the door because black magic has been practiced on it and it might kill us while we can hear voices from below. What do we do now?" Is there anything dearer than the soul?? Yes..you! I chose you to adore you and love you more than my soul and myself "my alpha" 'I'm not the most powerful person a god has ever created... but I'm strong enough to make you shiver at the mention of my name'

He wasn’t anymore. Ghost had barely finished reading off the coordinates before the room erupted into motion. Matteo grabbed the map. Wolf pulled up satellite images. Papà started calling in backup. Roc was already halfway to the door before I caught his arm. “Not yet,” I said. He shook me off, chest heaving. “Sal...” “We do this right,” I snapped. “Or we lose him.” That stopped him. Barely. Ghost spun his laptop around again. “He’s in an industrial zone. Old warehouses. Lots of blind spots. Lots of exits.”

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.