Fanfiction Underworld Novels & Stories

"Man, Ms. Falcone really treasures Mr. Bianchi. She wasn't even going to retaliate, but the second she saw the scratch on his wrist, she lost it and wiped every last one of them off the map herself." "Hey, did you hear?" another chimed in. "For Mr. Bianchi's sake, Ms. Falcone's planning to wash her hands of the underworld." … When I woke again after being dragged back from the brink, the System told me I had six hours left. All at once, what Daniela's men had said in the ambulance came back to me. Daniela was walking away from the underworld—all because Luca had scraped his wrist. I looked down at the gauze wrapped around my wrists, then at the countless scars covering my body, and let out a

She was very empathetic by nature, so this allowed her to get some form of justice for all of the victims of the fuckers that she cleansed. My hand found its way to her ass while we were walking through the marble corridors, not missing the shudder that went down her spine when I groped her. Who could blame me for taking each opportunity that presented itself to touch her? I had to admit that I liked the lightness that was seen all around us. It was the opposite of what many people would assume the Underworld would be like. There were various levels, each one housing certain clearance levels. The worst of the worst were found at the deepest portion, surrounded by stimuli that was meant to dr

Coming back to the bed, he pointed to the big fluffy pillows. "Lay back and spread your legs," Spitfire ordered in the tone of voice that Guru never said no to. Even if Doll had the instinct to fight it, his movement suggested otherwise as he abandoned the blanket and did as Spitfire commanded. "It's not Hades's fault. We were playing with Underworld auras we never should have touched." The no-fur's words were laced with a shame that would not help the problem. Anything summoned from the Underworld was created with the sole purpose of punishment. "We try too hard to make the world our playground. To make it our little game, but what choice do we have?"

Hi everyone! In the interest of not taking away from the dialogue for excessive world-building, I made an index with the rules of this universe. In terms of Gods/Goddesses, I follow Greek mythology, but I’ve also taken pieces from different folklore and added my own twist. Underworld (There are a few realms/subrealms here, so if there's any confusion, let me know, and I will clear it up). Any being in the underworld is immortal but can be killed by ripping its head off and burning the body. They all wield dark magic but have unique powers.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

“There’s a place deeper underground. The Nexus Chamber. I saw it in the vision. That’s where we need to go.” As they prepared to descend further, the ground shook violently. From the ashes of the fallen coven rose several shadowy figures — not fully infected, but something worse: former witches who had partially merged with the virus, now hunting specifically for Serena with twisted versions of her own magic. The real descent into darkness had only just begun.

I could feel it beneath my skin, a low hum that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "It's a place in the Underworld," Hayden finally answered, his voice rough, strained. "A sanctuary... or at least it used to be." His words made my stomach drop. The Underworld. The place he ruled, the domain that had become the center of so much torment and chaos in my life. But it wasn’t the Underworld I’d imagined from myths or stories—this was something far more desolate, more dangerous. I looked at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask. "Why here?"

I was glad it was a metaphor, I did not have the strength to walk through thorns just to get to some mob boss. I had a good look at the estate through the small openings of the gate. It looked more like something out of a cathedral than a criminal den. "They look... peaceful," I whispered. "That's the trap," Miguel countered. He stepped closer to me, his presence once again a grounding heat in the cool night. "They aren't trouble makers. They don't shake down shopkeepers or peddle poison. They are distinguished gentlemen—arbitrators of peace. But there is a flip side to that honor."

“Wait, is this not Underworld? I asked, pointing at the floor. “No, silly.” she said, shaking her head and chuckling, “If this truly had been the Underworld, you would have been scared out of your wits. For the Underworld is a treacherous place, full of danger and despair. The very ground beneath is scorching hot, with lava-like molten fire that we call the Hellfire. It is a place few dare venture, and even fewer can survive.” My heart plummeted as my eyes widened in shock.

They all stood as Balthazar, and I stood together. "I will see all of you soon. Take care, and our home will always be open to you." "We love you, Imelda." My mother said. I gave her a tight smile before the black smoke and fire consumed us. I gripped Balthazar's hand as the night sky swirled around us. Our feet making contact with solid ground once again. When we arrived in the underworld, I was unsure what to expect, but it wasn't anything like this. The underworld wasn't rocks and everlasting flames or filled with the cries and screams of the dead. No, it was a vast city, lights, music and tall buildings reaching up the sky. It was something of a dream, something I had never seen before.