Tanis Underworld Novels & Stories

Personal. Angelo moved through them with the ease of someone who had once lived in their rhythm, who knew the codes, the signs, the unspoken rules. The underworld hadn’t changed, only the faces had. Catania’s backstreets breathed in whispers, where deals were brokered over cheap wine and violence, and betrayal always hovered one word away. He passed the dockside tavern where smugglers kept their ledgers in their heads. The card rooms where fortunes were stolen rather than won. The alleys where knives flashed quicker than prayers.

When the two men saw this thing, they were immediately startled, and the greenrobed old man looked and looked and said in shock, "This is ...... this is a ghostly talisman of the underworld! How could you have this thing?" "Wait! What ghost talisman?" Xiao Chuan's brow condensed, only to feel that it sounded somewhat familiar, the redclothed crone's face turned a bit pale, and she said in a daze, "The Underworld Ghost Talisman, which can control millions of ghost soldiers in the Underworld ......"

I doubted she even had traditional underworld blackmail, but my stunning fiancée has proven to be anything if not entirely unpredictable, possessing so many mysterious, hidden layers that I was yet to successfully peel back. But could she actually have secret ties to the criminal underworld? Maybe operating through a highly classified, anonymous pseudonym or an untouchable digital proxy? “Killian… what the hell do you think?” I snapped my gaze back to Damon, who was studying my expression with intense scrutiny. I was confident he wouldn't see a crack in my poker face, though. “I think you should pay an immediate visit to the TUGs,” I commanded, my voice dropping into a dark register. “Maybe

“They can want. Carmine still has a mouth.” I sat on the desk edge. “If the docks are clean, keep them dull. Dull is how we keep the three days.” Russo almost smiled. “Dull. I will sell that.” On the third day Carmine called the estate and spoke to Vincent for less than two minutes. When the call ended Vincent set the phone down and looked at me. “He is naming me acting underboss with full operational control. Officially. The papers will be signed next week.” I set down the book I had not been reading. “And me.”

Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not. His mother Tara was a beautiful woman with a pure soul, she was from a low rank pack. Some of the jade wolves decided to disengage from the pack and create their own packs which led to the disunity amongst wolves, they couldn’t bear the harsh treatment from the Jade wolves and then moved on to form theirs. It was a war for survival, most of them lost their lives and the ones that didn’t were injured badly. Tara was just a child when the war started and when it ended, her father Sirius who had survived moved to form a pack of his own. Years later after the war had ended, Memb

My search for Tana is on hold again. As desperate as I am to find her, I am also desperate to make Troy pay for what he did to my pack. I explain to Bastian what the Arena is. Now the underground tunnels make much more sense. This is how they are getting the supes into the cells without drawing attention to themselves.

Before i go to the underground though i put some deodorant on so that i smell fresh and not smelly from my excessive sweating. • When i get to the underground,i sit down at the bar while Dylan is serving some people. When he's done serving he comes to me, "So Miss Alyss,do you have a fight today or you just come here to see me?" "You think i want to see...You??" I eyed him weirdly. "Ouch..Now you've broken my head,Alyss.I'm a great person and if you don't want to admit it,it's okay.Not everyone have great taste."He said sassily.

“Waan Saetang is the wife of A-wut Saetang. He runs an illegal organization around Bangkok. He makes fake money and distributes it to his dealers. His wife was taken by his enemies and he is currently searching for her. This is the time to catch him off guard, his guard is low. I went there last week and gathered information. I caught one of his workers but won’t tell me where the fake money-making factory is. But he runs a high-end club so I believe his factory is inside the club.” “Tsk, that’s boring Wave,” I said. “I’m gonna work in the club as a waitress right?” “Why correct, princess.” He replied and clapped his hands yelling, “Show them your charms, Ms. Sigreen.” The door opened and I

Finally, Talina took a last glance at Fennel’s departing group before she turned around and got into a large Mercedes SUV. “Go back!” Talina said coldly to the driver. Then, the car started and headed back to the Hall of the Underworld’s base camp in Sendona. Unlike the Hall of the Sun, the base of the Hall of the Underworld was not in the jungle but in the city center. It was a splendid towering skyscraper! The Hades Tower! It was 300 to 400 stories high! The entire building was dazzling and a landmark building in the entire Sendona.

I jerked from her response. "Not that underground..." Her face designed another irritated expression together with her sharp voice, whatever. "This place ain't even a City, you clever moron." Yeah, I guess tensing her up when she's in a mood was a bad idea. "Underground, there is this abandoned tunnel leading to the underground. There's a wide space inside that you can even create a shack. I mean, there's already a shack inside, actually." She explained. Why would he live there, unless he's hiding something?