Romans & histoires Hybrid Underworld

He continued like he had not heard her "And watching the Earth, she craved for the freedom, for the waters, for the trees, and on one Blue moon, she summoned the courage to come down, as a wolf, which was one of her earlier creations, at first. Just going around, until a Creature from the deepest parts of hell chased her for dinner. This had gone on for a while till at 12 midnight, the moon goddess had finally turned into her human form, the Creature, marvelling. Long story cut short, they spent the rest of their day together till sunrise. Knowing she must return, and him, away from the light, both never sure of ever seeing again, decided to make a pact. With their blood mixed, they made a n

A place filled with dangers, bloodthirstiness and terrifying and ice cold aura. This is... The Underworld. Where killers and criminals reside. Underworld, is a place as huge as continents itself, every continents has an Underworld. It is basically the other world that exists below the ground of our known society. The Underworld is not any different to the world above. Arinea Underworld is currently controlled by an Emperor of Wang Imperial Family, Wang Hou. Vendors are selling different kinds of things beside the road. And also big shops selling jewelries and clothes for women and different kinds of weapons for both men and women.

"We’re not staying forty-eight hours. We find the 'Data-Hub,' we upload the purge-code, and we get out." ​The Under-City ​To move through Neo-Tokyo as a Vane was a death sentence. Their faces were etched into every security drone’s memory. To avoid detection, they had to descend into the "Wires", the subterranean level of the city where the cooling pipes and fiber-optic cables ran like the veins of a dying god. ​The Under-City was a labyrinth of steam, rust, and desperate people. Here, the shifters who had refused the Shadow Council’s "Sync" lived in the shadows, their bodies warped by the city’s static.

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

Fuck, I'd missed this. "The Underworld is broken down into regions," Dad began, gesturing with his hands as if drawing an invisible map. "The outer regions are what you might call our 'tourist attractions.' Anyone can visit, as long as they've got the juice to cross the boundary without turning into a crispy critter." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Tourist attractions? In Hell?" I snorted. "Where do you think Vegas got its inspiration from?" Dad grinned. "Exactly. In those outer regions, you'll find the tamest stuff. Lust sects, gambling dens, a dash of minor violence – you know, to keep things interesting. It's all fun and games until you cross the River Styx."

“Fight it. Stay with me. We’re almost to the lower chamber. There’s an underground river. We can lose them there.” The howls echoed behind them closer now, a chorus of unearthly voices that vibrated in their bones. Tentacles slapped against rock. Claws scraped stone. The hybrids were gaining, drawn like moths to the signal radiating from Alex’s womb. They reached the underground river a rushing black torrent lit by more glowing fungi. A narrow ledge ran alongside it. Damian helped Alex onto it, keeping one hand on his lower back, the other gripping the pistol. A hybrid burst from a side tunnel tall, pale, blue veins glowing under translucent skin, tentacles writhing from its spine. It lunged

And I will be sure to wipe out the entire Whitlock and the witch that is helping them. “Your highness,” Ezra called from afar. I could not go into the underworld alone. I might be strong but not strong enough to take on the entire underworld. The underworld consisted of rogues, half breeds, ostracized witches and every kind of rejects there was. The underworld was a lawless place, bound by no treaty and honor meant nothing there. I would need help, in case trouble arises. “Your highness, s….” “Everything else can wait. Get Fang and bring the car around, we are going to the underworld.”

He sits up immediately, his expression innocently guilty. “I promise it’s just a few questions this time.” “Ask now, before I change my mind.” I tease. “Who is the hybrid?” He asks, those large eyes peering up at me through the darkness. I wait for my body to still as it always does at the sound of him, but it doesn’t. That’s a good sign. “No one knows what he looks like,” I respond calmly. “But they say he is part vampire and part werewolf.” “And he killed you papa.” He says quietly.