The Underground Man Novel Novels & Stories

We couldn't stay on the main roads because the police were likely setting up checkpoints at every major intersection, so Lucien turned into a nondescript parking garage that looked like it belonged to a shopping mall but actually led down to a heavy steel gate guarded by two men in suits. This was the entrance to the "Underground," a massive basement network where the rules of the surface didn't apply and where criminals could trade in anything from stolen masterpieces to illegal hardware without being bothered by the authorities. We stepped out of the van and the air was warmer down here but it was thick with the smell of expensive tobacco and expensive electronics, and I saw rows of stalls

I didn’t like the fact that Xander and Gideon wouldn’t be able to see us anymore, but Diana looked determined, and I knew that I had my magic to protect us if necessary. I heard a scratching sound, and then a soft glow illuminated the space as the man lit a lamp. I looked around and saw that we were underground, in a tunnel that was damp and smelled of sewage. The man walked ahead of us, leading us further down the tunnel. We passed by pipes that dripped water and rats scurrying across the floor. It was eerie, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

" Only then did Zoey gradually calm down. That was true. Only someone connected to the Goldman family trust had the authority to sell the old mansion. This had to be one of my schemes. She let out a long breath, her chest rising and falling unevenly. But no matter how she tried to rationalize it, the image of me kneeling in front of the old mansion with hopeless, deadened eyes refused to leave her mind. Unable to sit still any longer, she strode out the door and sped toward the underground boxing arena. "Where's Henry? Tell him to get out here immediately." The manager looked confused. "He was already fired. After your last order, he hasn't been back to the arena for a long time." In an inst

line. I went down the ladder and couldn’t see a thing, no doubt thanks to my eyesight, but went on anyway till I reached land. I made way for Adrian and the new girl to descend and as soon as their footsteps could be heard.. and Adrian turned the lights on… I was blown away. They say hell is underground but I think they got it all mixed up. Underground mansion my foot… this was paradise.

When they arrived at Darkmoor Farm, the enormous black stone manor stood imposingly atop the hill, surrounded by the ancestral cemetery. Lucian did not take her to the main mansion. He went straight down to the underground dungeon, a damp and forgotten labyrinth beneath the foundations of the property. The air was heavy, smelling of mold, rusted iron, and decay. Rats scurried in the corners, squeaking as they sensed his presence. Fat spiders wove thick webs between the rusted bars of the cells. He opened the iron door of one of the deepest cells and threw the woman inside. She fell onto the dirty straw, her knees scraping against the freezing floor.

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX (03): — “Hey! Get us out of here, quick!” Diana impatiently demanded from the man that was guiding them. “These doors are freaking me out! Do they keep people here to torture?!” The man in front hissed and glared at her. Diana choked and shut her mouth. The man was satisfied, but there was still a frown on his face. “Yes. We do.” Diana’s face was pale. Sure enough! But she didn’t think that Tyler is like that at all! She didn’t even know that he had people in the underground! She didn’t think that he was hiding his true self from them and they didn’t even notice it!

“...I know why..he tried to manipulates the underworld weapons price…but, because he is stupid as a rock..his plan will never works…Underworld were the only place were weapons is not lacking in any way…that is why he is stupid, no matter how much you bought from the underworld…the weapons supplies will never diminished…it was as simple as that……idiot will always be idiots…Nevertheless thanks to his idiocy…now a got a whole lot of stuff in my hands…” Thanks to the dead man, all the things in here were mine. I am quite thankful to him, not only I will make sure that Aeternum weapons and ammunitions deficiency will be solved, but I also will be able to sell, all kinds of stuff that I will broug

We are here in the Underground City, a hidden location where gangsters, assassins, mafia princes and princesses, reapers, and other people with dirty jobs take shelter or permanently live. The majority of illegal work comes from here, and it is protected by the government because they can profit a large sum of money from here during election season. You know, all the nefarious tactics they’ll do in order to obtain their desired position. The authorities as well had never raided this area. You know, money can make anything work.

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.