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—"

Back then, he was one of Yuri's loyal men, running errands and spilling blood for the dog family. These men... they were worse than the Mafia, so I couldn't call them that. Their activities involved assassinations, sale of drugs, kidnapping, prostitution rings, organ harvesting and a lot more horrible activities you could imagine. They were known as the Men of the Underworld. I had no business with their activities. I wasn't a saint—and have no intention of ever becoming one—so I didn't give a fuck about the lives they took or the ugly things they did. I just didn't want to share my territory with them.

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.

No one could escape the country without his permission and no one could even win against him even when he was alone fighting with those supporting characters. {... I am not, Your Highness.} Malikul delved his hands inside his pockets. “Update me about the underworld.” He went straight down to business. {The Underworld? They are as busy and chaotic as ever-} He clicked his tongue. “I’m not talking about the Underworld. I am talking about the underworld.” It took Wan a long beat of silence to understand the real meaning behind that ridiculous sentence. {Oh, you mean that. Hah~}

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.

Ryu started, “Which are exclusively from the Underworld itself.” “What do they look like?” I asked. It seems like she’s also listening, even though she’s busing reading on her seat. Well, she deserves to know her current situation, most especially when we’re all standing on death’s door. “U-worldians are creatures of pride. They are mostly comprised of humans, but their skills are no joke. They are ought to exude their bloodlust to their victims as they hide in the shadows.” He paused, “Witnessing their victims shivering in fear is fun for them, and it is their prize. If ever you felt one, don’t hesitate to run, slayer.”

In this building? Ethan slicked a tongue across his teeth, picking at something caught there with his thumbnail. 'The world beneath yours has always been here, although you've all been led to believe it was made for us. The Underworld. Hell. Whatever you want to call it. Most of you – well, the ones that believe anyway – think it's all fire and torment and yes, it's fucking full of torment sometimes, but there's no fire, no everlasting burning pits of Hell and it sure as fuck wasn't made by anyone but us. We fashion it how and where we choose. What you see here is just a pocket, nothing more, like a rip in the fabric of reality. When we group together, we can make larger pockets, using our u

Before answering, Ingrid took a new spoonful of the disgusting oatmeal “although your reasoning is valid for the simple undead like Zombies and Skeletons; beings like the Lich, the vampires and the mummies are something totally different " "What do you mean?" asked with a trembling voice Anna, Hugo's wife and Marcel's mother. Ingrid tasted the oatmeal on her palate before answering “simple, among the undead there are three categories of consciousness; the unreasonable, who are the weakest and most numerous type of undead, if not under control, are very similar to wild animals " "Don't all the undead hate the living?" asked Heidi rhetorically, Emrich's wife and mother of Myriam and Cassandra.