The Underground Man Novel Novels & Stories

And something older beneath it. Something rotten. Elena stared into the darkness below. Stone stairs disappeared deep underground. The whispers sounded almost excited now. Home. Her necklace pulsed warm against her throat. Every instinct told her to walk away. Instead— Elena stepped inside. The hidden door closed quietly behind her. Darkness swallowed everything. ————————— The underground chambers felt ancient. Not built. Buried. The stone walls narrowed tightly around Elena while dim lanterns flickered weakly along the corridor. Her footsteps echoed softly.

I'm sure she misses this dog of her from her uncle. "Don, we caught one of Mr. Obvisi men lurking in the mansion. We locked him underground." One if my men informed. I clenched my fist before my feet decided to walk towards where the underground jail located. I can smell the rotten flesh and urine in the walls. Argh, I need to ask them to clean all of this mess.

There was definitely something wrong with me. I sighed and placed the diary that contained my darkest desires and secrets next to me. God forbid someone had the chance to read it. I took the bottle of water from the fridge and placed it on the counter. I opened the cabinet above my head and grabbed a glass and poured water in it and started drinking. What am I doing with my life?

Just as he was about to close the hidden door— A deafening explosion shook the manor. The chandelier in the hallway crashed to the floor. Dust rained from the ceiling. “They’re inside!” one of the guards shouted through the radio. Marcus slammed the hidden entrance shut. Heavy stone locked into place. For now… The tunnel remained undiscovered. ⸻ The passage stretched for nearly a kilometer beneath the estate. Its walls were damp, the air cool and heavy. Only the lantern and a few flashlights pierced the darkness. Amelia walked beside Ethan, still clutching Daniel’s journal.

Gui Yuanzi explained softly. "Under ground? Are we underground?" Manfred asked incredulously. He was stepping on the void, and there seemed to be a bottomless abyss under the void. This kind of place seemed to be a certain domain in the air no matter how one looked at it. It was really too confusing to talk about the underground. With Gui Yuanzi's explanation, Samuel focused on him. Dressed in white, he looked like an immortal. The only strange thing was that his shoulders were tall, looking a bit awkward.

"Isabella!" I looked up. A beam of light from a high-powered flashlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the space inches from my head. I didn't wait. I rolled into the hole, pulling the marble slab back into place just as a bullet whistled through the air, chipping the stone above me. I tumbled down a narrow, metal ladder, landing in a damp, concrete tunnel that smelled of iron and ozone. This was the "undercity," the maze of steam pipes and electrical conduits that powered the heart of New York.

Robert replied. The high beams cut through the dust on the road. Kat could see the drive was lined with thick trees. “It is going to be impossible to find Jude in here if he wonders off.” She glanced worried at Robert and back at the barbequed covered boy. “Don’t worry babe. There’s a gate around the property itself.” He rubbed her shoulder. “Well this isn’t creepy or anything.” Ray snarked. “Its only creepy because its dark RayRay. Things always look different in the dark. It’s just new, new always feels uncertain, until it’s not new anymore.” Kat smiled back at Ray through the rear view.

It looks like some sort of bunker, and I can't help but smile again. Because I thrive in the darkness. The poor man doesn't know what hits him before it's all over. I pounce from behind him and snap his neck before he even realizes I'm there. There's a narrow metal ladder that leads underground and I jump down, not bothering with what's below. It's an afterthought that maybe I could have gotten the truth out of that man before ending him, but there are more of them, and I need to find Arabella. Fluorescent lights flicker on and off down a long, moldy tunnel.

It leads to these people. It leads to a city that does not officially exist, where the moon is closer than it should be and the half-blood underground is building something the pack registry has no category for, and a woman in a second-floor apartment in the western quarter is sitting with a wolf-gold warmth in her eyes that she has not felt in sixteen years. It leads here. And here, I think, walking home in the Silver Hollow afternoon beside the man who is staying because it is wanted, is exactly where I am supposed to be.

He breathed in the scent of the burning aromatherapy candles before standing up and rotating the inkwell on the desk. The ground moved, revealing a space below. The man walked down the stairs, carrying a lamp. In the dark underground space, a wooden doll stood. In front of it was an array of offerings, but those were unimportant in comparison to the sheets of paper the old man was burning in front of the doll with certain people's horoscopes written on them. The fire roared, and the doll appeared to come alive, devouring all the energy around it. "Someone has destroyed my other body. Look into it," the doll said, its voice harsh and creaky.