Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Underworld

Despite not seeing the opposite party’s expression, Little Yin knew that the one who came out of the passage was taken aback. ‘How could a little girl know all that?’ It was something that was normally impossible, as the so-called underworld was in fact a higher plane of existence that overlooked the cycle of samsara of countless lower planes. It wasn’t exactly a different world—as each plane connects to the underworld via the souls of those inhabitants per world, regardless of their race or type of existence. However, it was an absolute rule that anyone who stepped into a higher world could no longer descend, unless there were special circumstances regarding the twisting of samsara.

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.

Chapter 110: Journey In the realms beyond comprehension, Isabella and Luca found themselves in a chapter that defied the confines of space and time. They stood together, their souls entwined, amidst a tapestry of infinite possibilities—a tapestry that encapsulated the essence of existence itself. As they gazed upon the vast expanse before them, their hearts overflowed with a profound sense of purpose and gratitude. They had embarked on an eternal journey, transcending mortal limitations, and now they stood as guardians of the cosmic realms, entrusted with the responsibility of shaping the destiny of the universe. Isabella and Luca embraced their role as cosmic architects. With every intentio

"Only through your memories. Now before we get started, I see that you have a lot of questions." "I'm almost afraid to ask. In my world we can't speak or hear the answers." She smiled. "Your head would explode if you knew some of these secrets." I chuckled nervously, but she didn't laugh along with me. "But down here no exploding heads. Down here the truth can be spoken. Do you understand?" "It's not forbidden while I'm in your realm," I said. "Right. Let me start by saying that this place that you call the Underworld is not hell and it's not heaven. This is earth—just a side of earth that you've never seen."

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

“He was once a member of that community?…what does that means?..”. I know that there exist an existence and community like Underworld which I once dwell within, in Earth. But certainly the Fantasma kind of Underworld wont be the same, perhaps their Underworld might really be an Underworld another world or perhaps even a different reality than the Current Fantasma.

I AM SHOCKED when I open my eyes; you know how the books describe the underworld as dark, devoid of all life, and ransacked by restless souls? Yeah, that’s an outright lie. Instead, the underworld reminds me of Venice. From what I can see, four great rivers run through the underworld, and they’re joined together by a fountain that seems to be located right in the middle of the kingdom. Further off in the distance, I can see a castle made entirely out of white stone, although there are green vines with purple flowers that run up the palace walls.

“But blaming the doctors won’t bring them back.” Logan’s parents were absent that evening, stuck working extra shifts at their diner to keep up with mounting hospital bills. They visited every evening, though, sitting quietly by Logan’s bed, their worry etched into their tired faces. --- Inside the Underworld While their families fought to hold onto hope, Anna and her friends fought for survival. The underworld was relentless. The landscape shifted constantly, a disorienting maze of jagged cliffs, dark forests, and glowing rivers. Shadows moved in the corners of their vision, and the air was thick with the stench of decay.

It refers to her biological child. The witches panic after casketing the abomination hybrid witch, vampire, and devise a clever plan. They seek and kill the hybrid's last blood, then gather all of their brilliant and powerful people to create a separate area where the wolves and vampires can be hidden. They are constructing an underground. A million miles in the sky. Where the war would end and everyone could live in peace. But what they didn't realize was that a survivor was emerging from the hybrid's body. Who lives in the underworld, millions of miles above the earth? But now that the hybrid was about to wake up as a result of her blood,