Semira Underworld Novels & Stories

“We’re going to the underworld.” My eyes widened. Why were we going there? I’d only heard stories of the place but I’d never been there. When we were young mother would always tell us about the underworld—where humans, witches and wolves coexisted. I always thought it was a myth but I guess I was wrong. The guards led Maren and I out of the fortress as we sat down waiting for movement. As we started moving, I couldn’t help but think about Alessia. She was all alone in the dark, cold hell while I was going to some fancy party.

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.

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.

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

"Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..." Almost simultaneously, their minds wandered to the Underworld, in search of Miguel's beloved. It was as if they put on the virtual reality goggles and entered the world of an RPG game with the plot set in Hell. Everything was so realistic you could really feel as if you had come down to the Underworld, even though they were still sitting in Miguel's living room. Each of them focused on not overlookin

Sebastian and I love them dearly, and of course, my parents are thrilled to be grandparents. Sebastian and I have been helping Death with the underworld. It’s been an interesting ride working in the underworld. Death managed to build a bridge between his realm and the coven’s realm. Cerberus guards the bridge to make sure no unwanted visitors try to enter the underworld. So far, no one has had the balls to test Cerberus.

By Ignas, it was so majestic and terrifying. She didn't know that the Under realm had days. They, in fact, did, the everlasting darkness was only meant for their dungeons, one where Eli was right now. The thought of it felt sickening. The ground was rocky and dry, with cracks that stretched deep beyond the surface, revealing a stream of lava beneath. Belladonna then and there that she didn't like this Underrealm, she had to find a way to get her and Eli away from there. Once they passed this test, that had to be an option.

David followed up with, “Bury the dead and follow us into the mountain to the healer's cabin, in there we will have a plan and we will gather allies for the war that would 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 he knew of the Underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returns. 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 does not die. David mumbled, “The feral and Colton's army attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion h

Then we reached a corridor built from black stone tablets, each carved with names of minor officials who had died refusing bribes, lost cases, or convenient lies. The Underworld seal warmed. [Buried Civic Court detected.] [Status: dormant.] A small god, a kitchen, a badge, or a ledger proved the world had texture beyond the main plot. Someone in the back whispered a prayer and then apologized for it. Nothing in the room felt decorative; every object could become evidence, weapon, offering, or witness before the next breath.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi