Stranger Things Underworld Name นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hey dude! I just left you for fifteen minutes and you're already talking to a lady. Don't forget you are allergic to touch." Darryl replied. "Do not worry about that, this is little sister. The little girl we used to play with when we were kids. Remember? Now, we can call her by her name, her name is Abigail Duke. We will no longer refer to her as little sister anymore."

" I don't care to know how many universes and Dimensions exist, All I really care about right now is the assholes that took the Coffin of Exle Gel doncra, I need to find it and hand it over to the Master of the Underworld " Mysterious growled. " Are you working for the Master of the Underworld? " Storm asked. " Of course not Storm, I bow to no one and I will never bow to anyone, The Master of the Underworld has the cure to my true illness and I need it, Besides me been a seed to Armageddon makes my inner darkness to grow " Mysterious answered.

Chapter 13 – Rumors in the Underground There were places in the city even the boldest werewolves didn’t go without backup. The Underground was one of them. Technically, it was a collection of decommissioned subway tunnels beneath the East District—abandoned decades ago after a chemical spill scared off the humans. But in the shifter world, it had a different name: No-Man’s Packland. Riley had only been there once before. That night ended with a broken rib and a threat scrawled on the back of her jacket in blood.

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.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

Everyone knows he’s ruthless especially the business world because he gives no room for second chance, many people believe he’s like that because he watch his parents killed by unknown assassin in his front and till this day, the cops couldn’t give him justice , so they don’t blame his attitude. At the underground world, he’s known as STRANGER , the young man who came and beat the Stan group becoming the number one weapon seller. The Stan were angry as they still wonders how he did it, that’s why they became rivals and kept sending men to spy on him to know how he manage to still deliver even tho the process became strict.

To our left, ancient olive trees stood like gnarled sentinels and their leaves seemed to reflect the silvery moonlight. We got closer to the gates and Miguel slowed his pace. He didn't look at me, his gaze was fixed on the security cameras nestled in the stone pillars ahead and his voice took on different weight. "Forget everything you think you know about street thugs and back-alley deals, Alejandro," Miguel said softly. I could not help but process what he must have meant by that. Instinctively my own pace slowed. "The men behind these gates don't call themselves 'Mafia.' They are the Guardiani del Codice—the Guardians of the Code."

It was one of the grandest celebrations in the city—not that I cared. As I drove at full speed, I placed a call to Diego. "Is everything in place?" "Yes, Boss. We are almost there." Allison stared, confused, her lips curved in wonder. I only smiled back at her. If my father wants to play, then let's play. Just like myself, the monster is a big name in the Underworld—maybe one of the most significant lords in the business. Yet his consists of vile doings, fortes too inhuman to discuss. He might be one of the reasons I decided to create a name in the Underworld—to show just how powerful I can get.

It was made to the shooting animals and then, slowly shooting humans on the way. Because of the harsh competition among his own adoptive sons who wanted to take over his place, we the adoptive brothers were always trying to win against each other. It took me a long time and effort to win all of them and gain a place that I am on today. Eagle, the name whole Underworld know but the face which is still unknown to the world. Secret and the hidden identity are the major characteristics of the Underworld. We can not risk ourselves to the world who are ready to handover us to the cops as soon as they find all about us.

I knew it was associated with an underworld gang and only then did I realize the extent of the situation I was finding myself in. Whatever place I’d just wandered into was more than likely doubling as a home base and a business. Those weren’t uncommon in the criminal underbelly of Star Lake City, colloquially dubbed the Underground. I swallowed hard, trying not to express my fear. These men were definitely the type to be able to smell it on me. Instead, I racked my brain for a solution.