Raze Underworld Novels & Stories

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

Years later after the war had ended, Members of the Jade wolf formed an alliance with other pack Alphas and they became the rulers of the underworld, they were to institute justice and care for their packs. At least that was what the goal was in the beginning, Tara fell in love with a human, and she got pregnant for him but was betrothed to the son of the Midnight Wolf pack when the news came that she had a child for the human, wolves sought to kill her and her child so she fled. Harry was born on a blood moon night, the sky was red as blood and there was not a single cloud in the sky, Tara was alone to care for her child as the other wolves had killed her human lover and forced her to run a

I feel eternally boring compared to the wannabe-castrator Quinn and her pickpocketing, safe cracking skills. At mentioning his name I felt Dee drop a strand of hair, the braid loosened. Quinn looked up to the ceiling. “Before he arrived, Raze gathered us all. We’d all agreed to do this. To go underground, earn the money. We were all orphans too, by default with the plague making everyone cough up their lungs. So, a place to hide for six months plus a payday, we were game. But he said he had a man coming to keep us all in line.” “I remember that,” Dee added softly. “It was the first time Raze shouted. He’d been so cool before then.”

Zara breathed weakly, her manicured fingers weakly gripping the lapel of his ruined tuxedo. The physical pain was blinding, but the untouchable Sovereign completely refused to surrender her weaponized logic. "If they kill you, I die with you," Zara whispered fiercely, her icy blue eyes locking into his feral inferno. "We do not go to the light. We are the absolute apex of the dark. The Valerius syndicate has a completely untraceable, underground trauma vault directly beneath the financial district. It is meant for ghost operatives. Take me there."

Andrew chuckled. "You all remember what was written on the treasure map, right? 'The Fallen Crimson Dynasty treasure… the Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen, the hell of the living.' "The Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen—that sounds exactly like an underground empire, like Emperor Zenith's tomb. And in ancient times, only something like the royal tomb could be built on such a massive scale. At the very least, it had to belong to some insanely rich tycoon or a powerful warlord."

Terror ripped through the thin fibers of my being. I didn’t know what to do as I stared at the computer, watching in horror at the scene before me. There was no where I could look that didn’t show chaos and destruction. My beloved town of Moon Valley was being pummeled by the Raze.

“In there, we will have a plan, and we will gather allies for the war that will be coming upon us. Make sure your loved ones make it safely through the abyss into the underworld.” That was not much comfort to the troll. What Robah knew of the underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returned. It was said that the mouth of that land was never satisfied, and the shades of the dead rested on a bed of maggots where the worm did not die. Andrew mumbled, “The feral attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion has begun.”

Ren looked out the shattered panoramic windows of Floor 100, looking down at the sprawling, neon-lit expanse of Sector 6, and the toxic, yellow smog of the Rust Belt beyond it. "Wake the sleepers in the hospitals. Open the gates to the Undercity. Let the Sump rats see the sky."

“Then we’re not fighting criminals anymore. We’re fighting someone who planned for Silas to die.” She paused, her voice softening. “Rafael… What if we were never supposed to win?” Rafael crossed the room and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Then we burn their plan to the ground.” — Underground Council – The Cathedral Vault The air beneath the ancient cathedral reeked of mold and history. Cracked stained glass filtered moonlight onto the stone floor. Here, deals were made in whispers—and empires rose or fell in silence.

"Havenfall is a fortress. They could be in any penthouse or safehouse in the city." "We narrow it down," Eliza said. "What do you know about the internal geography of Julian Wright's territory?" "I know my parents were from there," I answered. "And I know Julian is a megalomaniac who treats the city like his personal chessboard." "He does more than that," Eliza explained. "He’s built a caste system. The elite live in the spires, in the light. Everyone else—the poor, the street gangs, his enemies—they’re pushed into the Undercity. It’s a subterranean maze built on top of the old foundations. It’s a hellhole."