Tanis Underworld Novels & Stories

I didn’t think that marrying Levi and becoming part of his family was going to be a walk in the park but this man in front of me was definitely planning on making things even harder. “Oh, and just before I forget, I’ll arrange for my assistant Carmen to take you shopping.” He said looking pointedly at my beige heels. “If you’re going to become a Strauss, you need to look like one.” I wrapped my hands self-consciously around my middle. “What’s wrong with how I dress?” “Darling,” he said, the ingratiating smirk back on his face “Do you really want me to answer that?” He reached into his breast pocket and dropped what looked like a business card on the table. “That’s Carmen’s number. Call her.

She was very empathetic by nature, so this allowed her to get some form of justice for all of the victims of the fuckers that she cleansed. My hand found its way to her ass while we were walking through the marble corridors, not missing the shudder that went down her spine when I groped her. Who could blame me for taking each opportunity that presented itself to touch her? I had to admit that I liked the lightness that was seen all around us. It was the opposite of what many people would assume the Underworld would be like. There were various levels, each one housing certain clearance levels. The worst of the worst were found at the deepest portion, surrounded by stimuli that was meant to dr

And that scared me more than anything. Marcus’s underground coven was a trap in disguise. It's made up of a gambling house, a haven for fools who wanted to win big, only to fall into debt and despair. He lured them in with fake smiles, let them win, then buried them under impossible loans. When they couldn’t pay, their lives became his currency. But that wasn’t all. He ran a massive empire, hidden to the world where narcotics, firearms, you name it run like water. Marcus is ruthless, cunning, and filthy rich. And everyone in the underworld knew one thing: cross Marcus, and you vanish.

And that was exactly what he was feeling as he saw her walking around and making sure that everything was working as it should be, it must be. He shook his head before drinking from his tequila and snapped his fingers at the men who were always behind him to fulfill his desires and watch over the underworld of the Son of Hades. “Yes, sir?” One of the men approached him. “I want that woman in my office.” “Yes, sir.” Lucian looked at the man since he was still there. “I want that woman now!” The men ran off, scared.

he growled, his voice giving off the 'don't mess with me' kind of vibes. The girl, still shivering like a leaf in a tornado, stammered, "I–I'm–I'm just a wanderer." she said in a shaky tone. "I swear, I didn't know any pack resided here." she managed to explain. The dark-skinned dude in the group of the three wolves didn't take too kindly to her words. "And what does that mean? Hold in, because we are rogue wolves, we have no right to run a pack? And we can't own a territory?" he asked in fury, he raised his clawed hand to slit her throat like he was auditioning for Wolverine and was about to strike. But took a stop, because the big guy had other plans. He stepped in, playing the peacemaker.

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.