Raze Underworld Novels & Stories

Arthur Big cracks appear on the ground, breaking into big chunks that fall right into the underground floor below. But of course, it doesn’t stop there. Even the underground level gives way, sliding down on the wet clay of the mountain slope and tumbling right down to whatever is waiting below. It’s chaos. It seems that the Rogues realized too late what’s happening, because they have barely any time to get out of the benches. They all scream, scrambling to get out into safety, but the benches are already crumbling beneath their feet, and they suffer the same fate as the floor, tumbling right into the darkness below.

Weeds coat the city as well as a thick layer of sediment. “It’s happening all over,” Ryatt says softly, in obvious disbelief. “Cities are rising all over Eastonia. From the rivers and the sand.” He goes on to explain that in Tarsian, Jaxon’s people awoke to Oasia giving way, and rushed to safety in time to witness an ancient kingdom emerge from the sand. In the Roguelands, temples and old villages broke through the very ground they stood on. Rifthold collapsed in full, and the river separating the once towering fortress from Ryatt’s lands filled the space left behind, burying it under water.

If Jayson was waiting for the right time to make his perfect return, now would be the time to actually do that. Jonah had begged me more than once to help him. He had asked me to integrate Moon Shadow into Darkness, but I was already dealing with my own issues without adding those of Moon Shadow to the pile as well. "We're almost there," I told Blake as we turned another corner and I spotted what it was I had been looking out for. The cemetery which held my parents and Kyros.

I asked Lilith as she stood in front of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad at Della but it had to do with the fact that she trusted those fucking mutt Rogues. Maybe my father was right. They were all just the same in the end. Della chose to go with them and understand them. I supposed that my anger was directed more at my past. When Hailey died, she didn't just die. She was brought forward by other members of the pack as being traitorous when a few of our werewolves were being targeted by the Rogues.

“Good. We have work to do.” Kyle clapped his hands dramatically like I didn’t just threaten him. “Alright boys and girls—werewolf, witch, demon, wolf,” he announced. “Bag your emotional baggage and your actual baggage. We are going to the underworld!” Tara instantly turned pale. Kyle winked at her. “Oh don’t give me that look. It'll be fun. Horrifying, traumatizing, and possibly fatal—but still fun.” Nicholai cleared his throat. “Wait—are you saying you can open a port to the underworld right here? Or is there like a pathway or doorway or something?”

she said, an emotion I couldn't fathom flashed in her eye, she shook her head, and her eyes was back to the normal aloof and dull look. She glanced at me, as If contemplating to say something or not, she finally did. “He's the Patriarch of the Azura's underworld activities.” “Underworld?!” I blurted out. Dose this still exist? Stories I've heard about the underground activities isn't close to nice, they are dangerous and cruel. I quickly poured myself another shot and gulped it down. She immediately looked around ourselves again, to make sure no one was hearing us, She looked at me again and I swear, I felt a sudden wave of adrenaline cursing through me.

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.

Raze said nervously ,seeing his brother now holding a shovel. "Indeed, Raze Silvenia", it said. "I will let you live if you say the truth", he added. “Rouge,” Raze exclaimed . “Are you crazy ?!”, he added. "Crazy? I'm crazy? Look at yourself, Raze.You’re worse than a demon," Rouge said. "Now I want you to tell me the truth if you don't want me to bury you alive", he said threateningly. " Raze Silvenia. Remember, my brother, I am ready to kill you," Rouge said with threat.

Lana stepped away from me, a satisfied smirk on her face as I turned away from her. She stepped on the grass that was supposed to be Logan's funeral site, her little dainty feet stomped the ground and a crack appeared. The crack spread fast as it reached my location in an instant, stopping right next to my feet before the entire floor collapsed. The collapsed floor exposed the secrets hidden deep in the ground. A whole different world lay underground. There were natural ancient graves made from mud and inscriptions of the ancient were everywhere. The negative energy in this crater almost rushed into my brain. I could feel my hands darkening with the speed of light.

"I'm here now. We have to run, Rowan." We stumbled out of the room, the floor beneath us beginning to tilt. The Archive below was exploding, the power of a thousand "Originals" tearing the building apart from the inside. We reached the roof just as the first sun of the real world began to rise. It wasn't a golden wheat field. It was a wasteland of gray concrete and rusted metal, stretching as far as the eye could see. The "Real World" was a graveyard of the civilization the Aethel-Group had replaced.