Tanis Underworld Novels & Stories

We were three teenagers locked up in an underground cell on an unknown island aiming to stop a criminal organisation who was operating in the Underworld. “Exactly,” Rachel sighed. “How do we plan on wiping out this deadly Obsidian and locating the Leaf?” I checked my watch. 03:27.

I was staring at the tiled floor, heart thudding louder than I liked. This was it. The window. I needed to plant something. Just enough to see if Max would bite. I waited until he was very engrossed on his phone before standing and moving a few steps away, just far enough to make it seem like a private call, but close enough for him to hear if he wanted to. I pressed my phone to my ear and spoke into the quiet, pretending to speak to an art gallery manager. “Hi, yes, this is Lila Bennett from Sinclair Enterprise. I’m following up on the availability of the Visage & Void collection, the oil paint pieces with the cityscape overlays?”

But just as I was underwater, I saw she had already popped up on the top of the water, her legs visible in the sun. “Goddess Ivy. Don’t you know swimming under a waterfall is dangerous!?” I shook her, gripping her arms. Her eyes were wide, looking at my hands. “I didn’t go under it, Alex I went around it.” I tightened my grip. “You’re hurting me.” “I’m sorry.” I pulled her into a hug. “You just scared me.” “Blake, for someone so strong, many things scare you.” She ran her hand down my cheek. “There’s real danger in this world, Constant wars. Constant betrayals. You’ve already seen it.” I swallowed, thinking about it. “Only now have I had anything I was terrified to lose.”

Sienna appeared unexpectedly. “What are you doing here? Luca hissed, startled then annoyed. “This isn’t your place.” Sienna held up a tablet, “I’ve been analyzing Marco’s old communications. There’s a pattern in the way the Torres Clan attacks.” “What kind of pattern?” Nico asked, curious. Sienna pointed to the screen. “They always strike near the end of shipments, when the guards are most tired. If you stagger the loading times and switch routes unpredictably, you’ll disrupt their timing.”

Seems like the Marquisate is hiding something. The people were divided into three hierarchical groups. Nobles, commoners, and the ones who succumbed to the darkness, who people called underworlders. Underworlders are those people who are doing bad things to gain the best of the world. It could be the nobles or commoners. Though they are considered to be in the lowest in the hierarchical group as they do things that are considered as immoral. Underworlders are mafias, syndicates, gangs, and other illegal groups who kill for money. I was part of it. I killed for money. Though, most of my targets were the country’s most wanted criminals and families who gambled people’s lives for their own gain

My heart started racing and my palms grew clammy as I thought about the challenges that lie ahead. I know that infiltrating the enemy's ranks will be no easy task, but I was prepared to face any danger in order to fulfill my mission. Clad in my new identity as Nora, I steady my breathing and remind myself of the countless hours I spent practicing my new persona. I repeat my fabricated backstory in my head, making sure that every detail is etched into my memory. I am no longer Eva, the Alpha's daughter who lost her pack and family; I am Nora, a rogue werewolf searching for a place to belong.

Emilia insisted, though her gaze kept darting around as she tried to formulate an escape plan. Rocco was about to speak when Anthony came in and reported, "Bad news, boss! Cassandra is missing, and there are four dead bodies in the room where she was being held! We investigated their identities and discovered that Emilia had hired those men to violate Cassandra last night. "Also, Cassandra didn't show up at the fake wedding ceremony." A surge of panic swept over Rocco. Cassandra was missing? She'd left? Wasn't she an orphan? Where could she go?

Hearing the truth, Isabella collapsed to the ground, all fight draining from her body. The auction enforcers lost their patience completely. A heavy combat boot ground down on Marco's knuckles. "Pay up, or we'll take what we're owed ourselves." "Argh!" The sound of shattering bone accompanied his screams, echoing across the courtyard. Marco writhed on the ground in agony. "Here! I have money!" Isabella scrambled in terror, fumbling to pull out the black card Marco had given her yesterday. "This card has access to the family fund! It's temporarily frozen, but there are hundreds of millions in assets!"

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

And in the middle of the battle, not more or less. Wengarthria is Soovaree’s underworld subrealm, which has existed from the beginning of time, meaning that Wengarthrians had many battles under their belts. Right now, they are in the phase of imploding right in front of our eyes. This is a fantastic chance, and we must seize it for our own goals. But of course, the stupid mutt king is as stubborn as a mule, and he misses seeing the golden opportunity in this.