Going Under Novels & Stories

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

The countdown continued. 00:17:21 Alex stopped, and Sharon felt a sense of understanding with him at the same time. "The underground." A deep vibration passed beneath their feet. Dust fell from the ceiling, then came another vibration. Closer. Something beneath them was moving. Alex grabbed Sharon's hand. "We're leaving." She tried to pull away from him. "Where?" "Up." "What about the others?" "We warn them." The floor suddenly cracked beneath them. Sharon stumbled forward before Alex caught her around the waist and pulled her against him.

"The moment the storm passes, municipal emergency services will clear the lower avenues." "The lower avenues are underwater!" Vera shrieked, pointing a manicured finger toward the window where river water mixed with crushed ice was surging through the street canyon fifty feet below. "The water is rising past the lower lobby! Your private security team deserted the basement parking garage an hour ago, and the emergency generators are submerged!" "Watch your tone, Vera," I commanded, my jaw tightening into a hard, rigid line. "Panicking changes nothing."

Kira’s POV The deeper we went into the underground, the more the city above ceased to exist. Aziel led Silas and me through a maze of flooded subway tunnels and rusted access doors, far beneath the grid of the Narrows. The door at the end of the tunnel vibrated with the muffled roar of a hundred shouting voices. "Stay close to me," Aziel murmured, his hand resting on the small of my back. Silas kicked the iron door open.

Sylvie’s car trailed behind Maia’s at a distance. It was raining, which made it hard to see in front of her, but she was committed and would not take her eyes off her target. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Soon, Maia’s car turned into a residential compound and stopped in the parking lot of a six-story building. She watched as Maia got out of the car with an umbrella, then went to the passenger side to help Theodore out of the car. Maia even tilted the umbrella toward Theodore as if it was a practiced gesture.

“Breath through your nose and don’t let your thoughts wander away from the person you’re searching for,” Geo said while kicking his back. They had been standing under the cascading waterfalls even before the sun rose and Geo hadn't given him a break since then. The sun is now high up in the sky. “Stop letting your thoughts spill!” Geo gave his spine another shattering kick. He couldn’t help but grunt when he heard his bones crack. Geo's way of training hasn’t changed but he was no longer a child that would cry because of broken bones and freezing water.

She muttered incomprehensible words as she laid back on her bed, leaving the computer to run. ******************** Hey, wassup guys, hope you're enjoying D.S.M.O . So far we still don't know why there is a bullet in the wall. Even I don't know, or wait... Do I? Well find out more in my next chapter. Don't to vote for me and comment. Please is it to early for me to ask for a new cover photo, cos I'm out of ideas right now ... Please help me out with this. I'll really appreciate it BYE..

But, instead of feeling alright, my blood from below went straight to my head and felt like I should dig up my own grave. There were people in black suit, not tuxedos, but black fitting body suits. The huge floor was divided into sections, there were people who were practicing on shooting a shot gun, throwing knives like darts on targets, there were people practicing their combat skills and a lot more. The only thing that is dividing them are the no doubt sound-proof and probably bullet-proof thick glass wall. "Where am I?" I wondered out loud. "Welcome to the Underground, darling." I jumped from shock and immediately turn to where the sound came from.

Everything he said, and everything he touched turned to fiction. “Where you going?” said the guy. “Through the seven gates and into the Underworld.” “Seven Sisters, that’s in Haringey innit? On the Victoria line.” “I don’t want the underground, I want the Underworld.” For the first time the guy looked up and saw Jimmy. He blinked, did a double take, and then his eyes glazed over as though he were falling under the spell of the story in which Jimmy was dressed. “The Underworld, sorry mate, must’ve misheard you innit. I’ll get someone on it straight away. What’s the name?”

"Awwn. That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. " She mumbled something underneath her breath and left regretting why today ever happened.