Nightmare Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

She asked subconsciously as she rubbed her hands around her face before she mistakenly touched the band-aid close to her ear then she realized where she was. "You're still at the hospital. Fuck! That man was really strong. You got a slight cut on your cheek and you've been unconscious for over five hours." He explained. "Damn! Five hours! I can't believe...who the fuck was he?" She asked curiously. "Uhmm...the Lycan King's Beta. But he is actually an Alpha, Alpha Zack." Jason replied. "Your mate returned the slap. He was very furious at him for raising his hands on you." He added.

His question finally registers in my ears and I loosen my grip on his throat. “Just as I said. They are our fated mates; they were confirmed under the last full moon. And they were taken from us by a psychopath and his troupe of misfits and rogues called The Underground. He has been tormenting my pack and Running River Pack for months,” I seethe and release his neck, shoving his head back so it slams against the floor. He hisses and shakes his head as he rubs his neck and catches his breath. His brother shoves his way through our group, ready to fight.

My internal discussion goes aimlessly, screaming for help and frantic in light of the fact that this is substantially more alarming than anything else we've seen before. We actually beat Pedro, Abbadon, the alpha group, the darach, and the nogitsune, but we were exceptionally close to losing someone the whole time. At one event we really lost Justoedith.

J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo. The undead were former soldiers, but they were now under the command of Papa Nightmare—someone who, Roo now knew, while brutal and merciless, was inexperienced as a military leader. The Voudon priest was used to a brute-force approach. The number of dismantled Civil War-era corpses piled up in the storage unit was a testament to Papa Nightmare’s lack of military acumen.

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

BELLARIE RESTAURANT. 8:00 P.M. When two universes are fated to collide as secrets and lies are destined to come to light while Ace and Cameron were preparing everything from the big night, the other world was ready to make the first one crash. “Daddy, are you sure mommy is coming to see the surprise?” The little boy asked to Ace while he made sure the tie was in its perfect place.

“Absolutely not. You’re not doing this.” He frowned. “Sara...” “You lost a lot of blood,” I said, keeping my voice low but unshakeable. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re not planning anything. You’re not even sitting up without help.” He opened his mouth to argue. I crossed my arms. He closed it again. Gabe looked up at him, wide‑eyed and worried. “Dad… you just woke up from a nightmare. Can’t you rest?” That did it. Salvatore’s shoulders dropped, the fight draining out of him. He reached out and ruffled Gabe’s curls with his good hand. “Yeah, buddy,” he murmured. “I can rest.”

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.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.