Semira Underworld Novels & Stories

And a cold wind swept through the ruin, like a breath from something ancient. The evac pilot’s voice crackled over comms: “Command, we’ve got seismic activity. Something’s waking up beneath the cryo vault, some kind of... secondary complex?” Adrian looked at Sera. “What did she bury down there?” But Sera wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at the broken face of her mother, Mira. That last, hateful smile half-frozen in death. The kind of smile that said: You haven’t even seen the real monster yet.

“Kill me. Just get it over with.” I walked forward again, crouched to his level, and whispered, “Then give me what I want, and maybe your death will be quicker.” He blinked, lips trembling, pain breaking through his mask. “There’s an underground path… beneath the southern watchtower. Sebastian has spies using it. I marked it with symbols only the seer could read. She comes every full moon.” Elara swore under her breath. “We’ve searched that area a dozen times.” “You searched the surface,” he said. “But there’s a way in through the riverbank—under the rocks.”

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."

After walking in an awkward silence toward the entrance to Tartarus, Samael speaks up once more, "So what did you mean by the main god?" I walked in silence for a little longer, taking in the rough terrain of Styx; instead of walking through the town which I was accustomed to, Samael wanted to walk the river trail. He wanted to see if Etir had spread throughout this part of the Underworld. I pinch my nose in frustration, not at Samael but at myself. Of course, Samael hadn't heard of the main Gods; even though he'd grown up in the Underworld, he was still mostly surrounded by people with powers like his own; he had no experience of what it was like for someone who wasn't born or shared DNA wi

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.

Severin started to feel nervous as there was not much that he could do except produce alchemical pills and spend time with Selene. Finally, one morning, Gracie came with good tidings and said, "Supreme Leader, we have found the Simia Hall. Who would have thought that they were hiding and training in a cave? Their numbers are few and they rarely enter town. No wonder it was so hard to locate them." Having heard that, Severin's spirit was elevated and said, "That's great news! Do you know what is their current attainment?"

The air was sucked out of my lungs, leaving me gasping in a darkness so thick it felt like physical weight. "Kaima! Kaima, answer me!" Rowan’s voice was a frantic rasp. "I’m here," I choked out, pushing myself up. A torch flickered to life on the wall, and then another, revealing a circular chamber made of damp green stone. We were deep underground, beneath the City of the Seam. The walls were lined with thousands of glass jars, and inside each one was a small, pulsing light. "The Tailor’s pantry," a voice echoed.

They couldn’t stay hidden forever. That night, they moved. Nyra led them into the undercity—a network of tunnels and forgotten stations built before the towers and walls. It smelled of stone, dust, and old electricity. “Why here?” Elara asked. “Because secrets always leave footprints,” Nyra said. “This is where the first ones walked.” The tunnels opened into a wide underground chamber. Old murals covered the walls—painted scenes of fire, crowds, and two families rising above chaos. Dray.

Rhea said. ​She turned to her pack. "Marcus, secure the data. Sela, evacuate the 'Hollowed'—if we can purge the Leech, we can bring them back. We’re leaving this tomb." ​As they walked out of the Logic-Fortress, the "Dead-Zone" of Sector 14 was no longer grey. The first streaks of a real dawn were breaking over the industrial ruins. The "Blight" was receding, and for the first time in a century, a single, green sprout was pushing through the concrete.

~051 Sera The skies over Geneva were overcast as the private jet touched down on the secluded airstrip nestled between two silent mountain ranges. Elodie stood near the cabin door, tablet in hand, eyes scanning a web of encrypted messages pulsing across her screen. "She's close," she murmured. "Signal matches coordinates from the Sera message. Underground. Swiss crypt architecture-obsolete, but highly secure." Mirabel joined her, adjusting the strap on her field bag. "Obsolete systems make excellent hiding places. Ghosts don't like light."