Tanis Underworld Novels & Stories

This was not enough, however. He had thoroughly investigated Thea. He knew that James had given her a villa and many other valuables. If they sold them all, they would not have any trouble preparing the 500 million dollars. Through the Watsons’ connections, he contacted Maximus, the soon-to-be new king of the underworld. In a clubhouse in Cansington… This was Maximus’ territory. In a luxurious room, a dozen or so beautiful women with curvaceous figures were dancing. Maximus was in the middle of discussions with other key figures of the underworld concerning the takeover of Dawson’s, Nine Fingers’, and the other territories. They were planning the unification of the underworld in Cansington.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

Just something about Alaric seems Icy. "Most be nerve-wracking working for the elite," he suddenly said walking towards an art painting. I paused in the middle watching him closely. He is as tall as his friend, his face more masculine, and his hair shorter, his eyes icy blue, and his hand. I can not forget that handshake it was cold, very cold it can wake one from sleep. "It's not that bad," I finally replied. "You do not have to lie to me," he turned to look at me, sending a shock down my spine even from a distance.

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. 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.

And I will be sure to wipe out the entire Whitlock and the witch that is helping them. “Your highness,” Ezra called from afar. I could not go into the underworld alone. I might be strong but not strong enough to take on the entire underworld. The underworld consisted of rogues, half breeds, ostracized witches and every kind of rejects there was. The underworld was a lawless place, bound by no treaty and honor meant nothing there. I would need help, in case trouble arises. “Your highness, s….” “Everything else can wait. Get Fang and bring the car around, we are going to the underworld.”

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.

A place filled with dangers, bloodthirstiness and terrifying and ice cold aura. This is... The Underworld. Where killers and criminals reside. Underworld, is a place as huge as continents itself, every continents has an Underworld. It is basically the other world that exists below the ground of our known society. The Underworld is not any different to the world above. Arinea Underworld is currently controlled by an Emperor of Wang Imperial Family, Wang Hou. Vendors are selling different kinds of things beside the road. And also big shops selling jewelries and clothes for women and different kinds of weapons for both men and women.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

“In there, we will have a plan, and we will gather allies for the war that will be coming upon us. Make sure your loved ones make it safely through the abyss into the underworld.” That was not much comfort to the troll. What Robah knew of the underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returned. It was said that the mouth of that land was never satisfied, and the shades of the dead rested on a bed of maggots where the worm did not die. Andrew mumbled, “The feral attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion has begun.”