Dream Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

"You take them home safely I'll handle that volcano" he said pointing towards a girl who is sitting under a table angry. "Why I have always have to deal with two" Darren groan when last time scene flash in front of his eyes. With how much difficulty he take them home only he knows. It's like winning an Oscar. "Cause one Is your sister and other is your lover. I can't do anything Mr." Damian shrug turning around. Darren look at the girls who are sleeping peacefully on couch after sucking the life out of two boys. He slowly move towards them not wanting to wake up the devil's.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

He gave me a little squeeze before leaving the room. "I'm Rachel, sister of the beta Daniel. If there is anything you need please let me know. I'd be happy to help." She held our her hand to me as she introduced herself. I watched as the alpha left without a word, leaving me and Rachel alone. "You could help me with something." I burst out as an idea crept into my mind. She looked very intrigued but then the smile was quickly replaced with a look of uncertainty. " Have you mind linked with them? That's what I do if I ever need to get a hold of Alpha Ben or Daniel." She said.

💥💥💥 ⸻ And somewhere beyond every universe… The real Dreamer opened its eyes. 👁️✨ ⸻ End of Chapter 50 🖤 To Be Continued…

“ Lady, don’t blame me. Blame your scent that made my body crave for more. “ He murmured right into my ear and bit it. There’s a sudden heat running in my veins as he planted small kisses on my neck. How did I even get here? Did I climb onto his bed? But I never remembered something like this? And I don’t even know this guy? I’m just a college student who works hard to serve myself. Knowing that my life was always been so lonely, I didn’t imagined to end up like this. And encounter a more heavy burden in my heart. .... - His Underworld Harem - ( Only available in D****e and R*****m ) “ Strip… “ A deep manly voice echoed inside the hall. His lips slightly parted as he traveled his gaze to the

During that time not all supreme beings were happy about Lunariazelda becoming a goddess and most of them heard that she has procreated her own supernatural being. The Underworld most especially prepared to wage war against her because light is the one thing they hate the most. "A woman! humph, i would crush her with my bare hands, hahahaha this would be so easy." Vadiamus smiled devilishly while sitting on a throne made out of bones Vadiamus is the first Dark lord of the Underworld and he is ruthless in destroying the good, every single one of them he kills he adds to his collection. "My Lord i also discovered that she created her own supernatural being in a place called earth with the help

Replaced with fire. And vengeance. From far off, the royal scouts could see the inferno and hear the howling wind and magic. One whispered, “By the gods…” Another said nothing. Because how could you speak, watching the land burn? Watching the forest weep? And knowing deep in your bones… This was only the beginning. Meanwhile… In the Underrealm. A place not meant to be spoken of, much less remembered. A world beneath worlds—a realm of ash skies and stone oceans, where time moved like oil and breath came thick with sulfur. It was here, buried beneath layers of cursed bedrock and ancient spells, that he had slept.