The Underground Railroad: A Novel Novels & Stories

She glanced back at us, her expression unreadable. “Then maybe it’s time you stopped running alone. The rain had ceased, leaving the city cloaked in a damp, oppressive silence. We navigated through the maze of deserted streets; Lena led us to a concealed entrance beneath a derelict overpass. The hidden door revealed a spacious underground chamber, remnants of a forgotten subway station. The air was musty but dry, a sanctuary from the perils above. As we settled around a makeshift fire, the flicking flames cast dancing shadows on the graffiti laden walls.

, this feeling was not only strictly forbidden, but also its power posed a great danger, especially to the Darkness. Johhan was racing through the city, ignoring the puzzled stares of humans he passed, occasionally hitting someone lightly, especially if the sidewalk was too crowded. Fortunately, this did not happen often, because it was already evening and there were less people outside than during the day. Johhan wanted to be at the portal to Underworld as soon as possible, which, however, was very far away from the city center, behind the suburbs, in the woods, away from mortal eyes. ~~~~~~

“Spill it or-” “Okay okay, I just heard it from aunt Sara. You’re with the Abuela named Aminah, in the middle of the night. You're carrying a big bag and you two are trying to escape, ff uncle hadn't caught you, you may be nowhere to be found now” The people at the table were dumbfounded by what they’d heard and were still looking at Patrick whose pouting and looking tense was in the middle. “Mrs. Dela Cruz never failed to give an amazing story, she should pursue her writing career” Osman responded and shrug his shoulder before he stood up and drag Patrick.

Now it was my job to protect all of our kind. VENUS P.O.V... "Now, I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart, but where's your-, and I know there's nothing I can say to change that part, to change that..." My eyes snap open to the alarm on my phone playing my favorite song, Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. They have been my favorite band for years. "So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?"

"Through writing.] -- Mallory was led towards a small cabin deeper inside the underground forest. It looked abandoned, and as expected, it was dusty and dirty outside. The cabin contained the basic necessity for it to be called a comfortable home. A bed, a kitchen, a table and chairs, and a bookshelf. Mallory looked at the bookshelves, and one caught her attention. It was a notebook. Unlike others which were created beautifully, it was a notebook that looked like it had faced hardship in its whole life.

“It’s not over. There will be more.” Before Sienna could reply, the front door burst open, three armed men charged in. Enzo pulled Sienna with him toward a hidden panel in the wall. “Come on!” “Where are we going?” Sienna followed him, her voice panicked. “To safety. Go, now!” Enzo pushed the panel open to reveal a narrow staircase. They descended into a dimly lit underground passage, the sounds of gunfire and shouting fading behind them. Enzo closed the panel and turned to Sienna, his face hard.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

After six days, I was rescued. As I lay on the hospital bed, the sound of dogs barking and voices calling out to me echoed in my ear. Also… I could almost hear the sound of a girl's breathless and sultry voice in Ethan's last phone call. I must have misheard that. After all, before we got married, Ethan repeatedly swore his loyalty to me, even taking a few oaths. How could he ever cheat on me? Thinking about the anniversary we missed, I asked the young man who had helped rescue me to buy me a phone.

The network was shifting hope itself from where it had been extinguished to regions where it might find a way once more, not just people. Elena closed the mill station as daylight approached, ready to restart her official capacity in the village cover for her rescue activities. She was, to any watcher, just a seamstress who sporadically went to the historic mill to gather herbs for dyeing fabric. Though so much more priceless, the reality was more hazardous; she was part of a system quietly drawing Kael's territories of the Human resources he had to preserve any form of coordinated opposition. Though its effect could be seen all over the area as families were brought together and communities

Naomi hugged Celeste tightly, panicking. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. "Let us go, or else we'll kill the mother, then the child," threatened one of the robbers. Naomi felt a chill against her neck as the knife sliced her skin. She winced in pain. "Let them go, and take me as the hostage instead!" James roared angrily as he walked over. He stood behind them and said, "I am the CEO of Hudson Group. I can bring you out of here."