Novel & Cerita Fiction Book About Underground Civilization

Vorga said. "How did you know where I am from? You knew I was from Eternal Utopia. How?" "You said you are a Princess. And I can see you're an elf. There aren't any other elven monarchs in this world." She lead them inside a dilapidated building with little light. A bell tinkled as they entered and their noses were hit by a strong, musty smell. Inside were towers of old, huge books. "Alexandria's Manuscripts- the gateway to The Slimy Underground." Vorga nodded towards a human female in round sunglasses and brown curls, who nodded back.

Drew asked. Drew stretched his hand for the book and I handed it to him. He flipped the pages till he arrived in another section. “It says here that they loved to keep to themselves. They are a secret society that operates on their own. They even had a civilization which was far away from everyone else. They only went after people who crossed them or strayed-” “Crossed them? What could my mother have done to them?” “I don’t know but… Darius? Are you okay?” I stared at Darius, he had been quiet for a while, staring in the corner of the room like he was looking at someone. He shivered and nodded, “yeah, just tired,” he smiled.

"We're not on the surface anymore, Lucille. We're beneath it. Far beneath it." The thought made me dizzy. "That's impossible." "A lot of things are impossible until they happen to you," he said, cracking. The surface world above us is crawling with monsters, or rather anomalies; we call them things that used to be human or never were human to begin with. This city, these underground territories, they're all that's left for safe human civilization." "Safe?" I almost laughed, but it became more of a choked sound. "That werewolf thing nearly killed us both."

“The shifters didn’t even know there was a tunnel under their airtight compound. Burn and burn! Asshole will be so thrilled.” “The tunnel system has been a well-kept secret among my people,” Jason said, his voice low and grave as we moved through the dimly lit passage. The echo of our footsteps was the only other sound. “We built an underground city a century ago, during the height of the Mage Wars. It was a last resort, a sanctuary for our kind when the surface world became too dangerous. Not even Luther, with all his spies and informants, knew about it.” His words carried the weight of history, and I could feel the magnitude of what he was revealing. This wasn’t just some hidden escape rou

The dark native elders were watching each other in a silent conversation. The turrets swerved to the right and departed through a portable opening to an even bigger expanse, a tremendous cavern with walls of hard shiny stone and a rugged stone ceiling that arched a hundred feet overhead. Everyone lived belowground because the area was a true wilderness. The only people aboveground were a few patrols. It was an innate burrow that the dark natives had altered for their way, assembling hierarchies and small lawns and footpaths within the enclosure and launching a safe passage that bound it to the veneer.

“Charles never trusted me, but he loved to boast. He often mentioned a secret place he called the 'Underground Archive'. Not money assets, Morgan, but data. All of NovaCorp's secrets he’d collected over two decades, just in case NovaCorp ever betrayed him.” Morgan and Marcel immediately set out. They tracked cryptic coordinates Charles had left in a rare book in his private library, which led to an old, hidden bunker beneath the ruins of Charles’s childhood home. After a day of digging, they found the Underground Archive. It wasn't a sophisticated server, but an antique safe containing stacks of encrypted hard drives, financial ledgers, and most importantly, a thick journal belonging to Char

Sera only smiled like that before terrible decisions. ****** The underground armoury buzzed with movement around them. Weapons clattered against metal tables. Hunters checked UV cartridges and silver ammunition beneath flickering fluorescent lights. Steam hissed from old pipes lining the concrete ceiling. Zelios smelled like metal, smoke, and overcrowded humanity. The city had once been an underground railway network before the apocalypse turned sunlight lethal. Now, thousands lived crammed beneath reinforced steel ceilings lined with flickering UV lamps. No windows. No sky. Just artificial light and survival.

i need to have my own family. ' family ? with who ? ' he mind started analyzing the women in his life. who's suitable for the keep or at least who's qualify to have his child fifteen hours flight came to an end as the plane landed in California. Jack and Desmond sighted Steven who had been gallantly waiting for their arrival . they led the merchant to the safehouse to crosscheck the Steinmetz pink diamond with better equipment. they all signed the paperwork. he paid the merchant everyone went their separate ways.

The sub-city was a place that most residents of Novus Aetheria migrated. It was a labyrinth of old wastewater shafts and decayed geothermal Tunnels now inhabited by those living in the new, harmonious world did not find any place: ejects, failed architects and faulty hybrids, which had not been fully recorded by the symbiosis of the earth. Raven glittled through the shadows of the rainy alleys until he had the hidden descent reached. He needed information, and there was only one person who was deep enough in

As soon as they saw him, they stepped aside, pushing the door open. The first thing that hit them was the dust. Thick and heavy, it coated the air, making them cough as they stepped inside. The underground was nothing like they had imagined. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows over the vast room, revealing rows of towering bookshelves covered in cobwebs. The place smelled of age and decay, a forgotten relic buried beneath their feet for who knew how long. A strange feeling settled in Adrian’s chest as he moved forward, his boots crunching against the debris-covered floor. His fingers traced the spines of the books, the leather cracked and brittle beneath his touch.