Tanis Underworld 소설 & 이야기

There was a commotion on the phones. “Queen Luna,” Chris said over Garrin’s phone. “The rogue said we’re at the entrance to the Underworld.” “The Underworld?” everyone whispered, eyes wide. Chris continued. “Once you enter the tunnels, there’s a compulsion to keep going to the deepest part—the abyss—and then you can never leave. He said Tartarus has the Valkyries now, and only the power of a god can release them.” “No one else go into the tunnels,” Thea said immediately.

"You've had your fair share of good days. If you really find it boring, then I suggest you pick a fight with the Underworld Palace." "Do you have a grudge against the Underworld Palace?" "No, but compared to the Inferno Alliance, the Underworld Palace is more reckless, engaging in arson, murder, and robbery without scruples. Although the people of the Inferno Alliance seek revenge for any slight, they still have their principles and rules, and won't cause trouble for no reason. The fact that they have developed a new anti-cancer drug is also a contribution to society, which in a way is similar to our style."

he asks. I sigh, withdrawing his hand, but I freeze when my eyes land on a bombshell taking orders on tables below. I snap my fingers to the side, and Alvize rushes over to me: "Signore Ganovese?" "Why is Didi down there?" I ask him without wasting a second. Alvize and my cousin look shocked by my question. But I don't give a damn. She's wearing the uniform of a nightclub waitress, and it's driving me crazy. She's wearing a black t-shirt that shows off her belly with the nightclub logo hanging over her shoulder. And I'm not sure which drives me crazier: the high-waisted black shorts, the neon pink bra, or her endless legs.

Ethan could not wait to hear her call his name, and he was hopeful it would happen one day. He held her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He rolled up her dress to expose her panties; using his wolf claws, he tore her underwear, leaving her arse bare and squeezing her butt cheeks gently. Meadow welcomed the pleasure he offered. She quickly reached for his belt's buckle and released his pants and shorts, setting his cock free. He sucked on his mark on her neck, and she released an inaudible moan. He buried himself inside her and began to pump viciously.

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

That was when Caleb activated Blood God Order, Second Style—World Tremor! Bang! The stunning shockwave bore down with the weight of a mountain, reaching Tia, Zeke, and the Alliance's representatives even before he landed. "Dancing Dragon Spear!" Tia growled as her spear shot out, accompanied by a draconic bellow! Roar!!! Seeing the oncoming blow, Caleb swung his sword down again. World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Roar!

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

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.

Like she is in a trance. “This is a hell loop. It is a torture used in the underworld. It will show Bethany her worst fears. To us they are simply images like a movie, but to her she will see, feel, taste and smell them. Like she is living in them.” My eyes widen as Bethany screams at what is happening around us. I watch as her mother is killed and her father. Then I watch as I and Asteria are making love. “Kinky.” Gaia says from the side as she wiggles her eyebrows. I gulp as I watch the images. I feel embarrassed. It’s like watching porn and your mom walking in and catches you jerking off.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.