Semira Underworld Mga Nobela at Kwento

These full-blooded werewolves were attacking her anytime they wanted. As a part of Omega—who were treated as slaves all the time—, Amara became the most unfortunate creature in their territory, not only because her father was born as an Omega, but also her mother was a mere human, and so, this made her a half-human and a half-werewolf. The higher ranks in their community were despising this and thus, considering it a taboo.

None had dared speak the name meant to wake it. But Sirelia did. She whispered: “Seren.” The urn erupted. Not with fire, but with everything Elara had tried to bury. Screams. Memories. Visions of old gods, of drowned kingdoms, of a bloodline cursed to repeat its ruin. The sky choked on it. The stars turned red. Raisa stumbled back, choking on wind that smelled of betrayal and centuries. “What did you do?” Sirelia’s smile was not cruel. It was sad. Final.

Melissa felt a soft vibration with her whole body, in one moment everything faded, filled with blackness, and just as quickly acquired colors. - Hm. Without opening her arms, she looked around. “Is this the Underworld?” she asked disappointedly. What did you expect to see, Mila? Creepy black buildings hidden behind high fences with sharp peaks, seething lava in the earth's rifts, ditches, dirty, exhausted people dragging shackles along the stone pavement with a roar, or perhaps demons having sex with each other in front of everyone? - Maybe yes. “The latter was the closest to the idea of ​​the life of demons.

The constant, low-grade terror that had been their normal life began to recede, replaced by a tentative wonder. For the adults, it was a time of planning and painful recovery. Liora spent hours with Anya and the elders, learning everything she could about the Citadel's underlevels from their ancient, hand-drawn maps. The stories spoke of the "Root-Rivers," a network of natural aquifers and geothermal vents that snaked beneath the Citadel's foundations. The Rememberers believed one of these rivers ran directly beneath the First Garden.

“The place it was made.” The tremor deepened into a rumble. The cracked altar split apart, revealing a stairway descending into the earth — carved from the same ancient stone that lined the ruins above. Kaelen cursed under his breath. “Of course there’s a door to the underworld.” Serenya managed a faint, humorless laugh. “You can stay here if you’d like.” He offered her a sharp look. “Not a chance.” They stood side by side at the edge of the opening. Below them, faint red light pulsed like the beat of a heart. The wind from below carried whispers — too soft to understand, too persistent to ignore.

The dark-blue flame exploded like a bomb when it came in contact with the underworld soldiers, turning the entire area into a sea of dark-blue flames. The underworld soldiers never stood a chance. The sea of dark-blue flame instantly drowned them. They screamed miserably as their souls shattered. It was a massacre. Skylar was like a tiger making its way through a flock of sheep, barely encountering any resistance as he entered the depths of the Underworld smoothly.

she demanded. “You tell us,” Orion said ominously. Rhea huffed. Treasure mattered more than arguing. “Just tell me where I am. I don’t have time to quarrel.” “Underwater,” Stone said bluntly. “This place is called Underland.” Rhea’s eyes widened—not from shock, but satisfaction. Underwater? Another world? Amber had really told the truth. Excitement rose in her chest. Now she was certain she’d get her hands on her own share of treasure.

“These are the founding houses.” Amara’s eyes narrowed. “The ones that built the underworld.” She knelt, tracing her mother’s name with her fingertips. “This is what she meant. ‘They built our names, our wars… and erased themselves.’” Luca stared at the fountain, realization dawning in his eyes. “They didn’t erase themselves,” he murmured. “They became The Veil.” Before she could respond, the fountain water began to ripple. A faint mechanical hum rose from beneath it.

Soheila sat on it and waited for her Master to say something. Pierre put down all the pens and papers in his hands and looked at Soheila. "The Upper Realm is the most dangerous one. Greedier people lived there, compared to the Outer Realm, Upper Realm doesn't have a lot of continents. in the Upper Realm, they don't use gold instead, they use crystalline stones." "Crystalline stones?"

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.