Chaotic Underworlders Novels & Stories

They were all Zorondans, covered in blood, their auras erratic and panic showing all over their faces. Seeing Harvit, Caleb and everyone else pretended to shake in fear, with Caleb bellowing, "Lord executor, run! The heritage zone is collapsing… There isn't just one, but there are many Noble-class spirit beasts! They're all running amok, and they've killed so many! Harvit was stunned—so there really was a horde of Noble-class spirit beasts? Wasn't that a lie that Yorba and the others had come up with? Even Tobik was dumbfounded, but he couldn't care less and promptly bellowed, "Where are the others?! How did you make it out? They're—"

I'm not using any lipstick or liptint, because it's not necesarry—my lips are pinkish enough. Just as I was coming down the stairs, I could hear the loud guffaw of mom, dad and my youngest brother Liam. Hades Liam Hutchinson, that's his name. I don't want to call him Hades, because it sounds demonic. You know, Hades the evil god of underworld in greek mythology. When I finally got down the stairs, they greeted me in unison. “Good morning.” I greeted back with a straight face, before sitting on the seat next to Liam.

The demons scream, and the ground opens up. The underworld. They attempt to attack Chris, but the pull of the underworld is too strong; it sucks them in, and the floor closes up. Everything goes back to normal. The girls faint, and I think so do I.

Instead, we were descending into a lightless maze of concrete and damp earth. Havenfall above was all glass and silver, a testament to modern engineering. But this place—this was a wound. The air smelled of old grease, mold, and unwashed bodies. "The Undercity," Madeline explained, her voice echoing off the dripping walls. She didn't look disgusted; she looked proud. "The Cocolink hierarchy keeps things clean. The bottom-feeders, the debt-ridden, the collateral—they stay down here in the old foundations. The elites stay in the light. No friction, no messy run-ins. It’s organized."

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.

Dark clouds huddled over the whole city, threatening to crumble and fall. A storm was approaching. Only until everyone left did the Third Master rest on his grand chair. “Tell me. What kind of people work under Prince York?” Leyton stepped forward, frightened. “Third Master! According to the information we’ve gleaned, they consist of the king of South Light’s underworld, Tyson Woods, as well as the masters of the underworld, Old Niner and George Zabel.” “The king of the underworld?” Third Master Yates contemplated the information for a brief while before saying light-heartedly, “If that’s the case, then we’ll start with the smaller ones first.”

There was a commotion on the phones. “Queen Luna,” Chris said over Garrin’s phone. “The rogue said we’re at the entrance to the Underworld.” “The Underworld?” everyone whispered, eyes wide. Chris continued. “Once you enter the tunnels, there’s a compulsion to keep going to the deepest part—the abyss—and then you can never leave. He said Tartarus has the Valkyries now, and only the power of a god can release them.” “No one else go into the tunnels,” Thea said immediately.

They joined Damian and faced us. “We’ve arrived,” Vee said. “Now we’ll step through a portal again, this time right through Vexx’s wards and onto the building’s roof. We will take them by surprise.” “How is that possible?” Xavier asked the question that had to be on all our minds. Vee smiled. “Because the rules of earth don’t apply to the Underworld. A reaper can travel wherever he likes.” She motioned to Damian, and he opened another fire-rimmed portal. He, Vee, and Andre leapt through first.

I muttered as I stalked off to find the first underworld around. The underworld was strings of exclusive nightclubs for werewolves; there were places where humans wouldn't stumble into, lest they find themselves as unwilling prey. They were the most dangerous part of the city and the only place where no one would recognize me due to the body paint smudged all over our bodies. A place where I was free, where no one knows who's who, a place where I could go wild. The nightclub pulsed with the energy of the French Quarter as I stalked in, smudging crimson paint across my face, neon lights dancing across the crowded room. With a quick stride, I swung upwards into the top box, landing lightly on

He would have stayed to fight but his mate was more important to him. Suddenly the ground shook violently. Deep cracks appeared and smoke poured out of the ground. The cracks widened and the ground tore apart, revealing a crater filled with burning hot fire. Strange creatures crawled and slithered out of the crater and started attacking the people, tearing them apart, unleasing the powers of the underworld upon the human world. "PROTECT THE CITY!",Cade yelled and all the lycan roared. They shifted into their beasts and ran towards the crater where hundreds of creatures from the underworld kept crawling out from.