The Underground Railroad: A Novel Novels & Stories

The Underground: The Docks at Midnight Three hours later, the city was a grid of flashing blue and red. The news was already calling the manor explosion a "tragic gas leak" during a private gala. Minny Lu was being hailed as a "survivor" who was already stepping in to lead the corporation during this "difficult time." Panni and Jinyan, now dressed in stolen grease-stained overalls, moved through the industrial labyrinth of the South Docks. This was the city’s underbelly—a place of rust, salt, and secrets.

Ryder Nova begins serving her hard labor sentence after two weeks of recovery, and I make sure the guards rotate in shifts so there is no room for sympathy or foolish mistakes. The underground field behind the old training grounds is where she works, hauling stones with the other offenders, sweat soaking through the thin gray dress they issued her. She does not look at me when I pass by, and I do not stop walking. Whatever we had, whatever stupidity led to that night, it is buried under the weight of what she did to my pack and to my mate.

The impact knocked the wind from my lungs, but the soft earth swallowed the violence of the fall. ​I lay still in the dark weeds for a long moment, my chest heaving as I listened to the rhythmic, retreating clack-clack-clack of the automated freight train. It continued its blind, winding journey into the heart of the capital city, carrying the sixth edition safely inside its cargo hold. We had broken the perimeter. The seventh press was on the ground, our bodies were intact, and the underground line had officially breached the capital's gates. Act II was buried in the mud behind us, and the final battle for the press was about to begin in the shadow of the towers.

Just in case. So, I was teaching him all the escape routes, both out of the estate, and out of the capital, if need be. There were several large channels under the capital. They were likely conduits for the spire. But judging by the maps, they were big enough for someone to crawl through. Especially someone small like Thistle. He could use them if he had to. “If you can get through this,” I said, tapping the page, “you can get through anything.” Thistle squinted at the lines of text like they had personally offended him.

The tunnels beneath the coastline were a suffocating labyrinth of history, a cold, damp vein of brick and mortar that had once served as a smuggler's artery. I ran until my lungs burned, my footsteps echoing against the rounded ceiling like a frantic heartbeat. Behind me, the muffled thud of gunfire and the vibration of the house collapsing in on itself signaled the end of the only sanctuary Elias and I had left.

I swallowed hard as the doors closed, Ronan, Ryker, Finn and Asher’s watch. The real brothel wasn’t above. It was beneath. It was underground! I was being taken straight into it. Alone.

“Since we have destroyed Azba, I have no urgent need of him. No large band will appear now till the first grass.” “Is Azba cut to pieces then?” inquired Novoveski. “So cut up that I do not know if twenty-five men escaped; and even those will be caught one by one, if Mellehov has not caught them already.” “I am terribly glad of this,” said Novoveski, “for now it will be possible to go to Rasrkoff? In safety,” here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.”

Every cell in Amy’s body screamed at her, telling her to drive faster. A thought passed through Amy’s mind. She had a thought that if she wrote her situation into a novel, she would write about how she and Azad made it out of the underground garage. She would write in her novel how she and Azad made it to a safe place, no longer in danger.

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.

“Then we’re not fighting criminals anymore. We’re fighting someone who planned for Silas to die.” She paused, her voice softening. “Rafael… What if we were never supposed to win?” Rafael crossed the room and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Then we burn their plan to the ground.” — Underground Council – The Cathedral Vault The air beneath the ancient cathedral reeked of mold and history. Cracked stained glass filtered moonlight onto the stone floor. Here, deals were made in whispers—and empires rose or fell in silence.