The Viral Underclass Novels & Stories

Now she'd have to pair up with a stupid ass for a fucking project. According to her. "Amanda Andrews and Aaron Walker" A long blonde girl smiled at her partner. "Austin Parker and Ariana Bliss." Hearing her name, Ariana sank into her chair. "God I'm cursed. " She muttered. "And you two are working on the reason for pre-marital sex." "Shit." She cursed out. "Mind your words miss Bliss. The project is to be submitted on Friday." She said and the final bell rang. Ari arranged her stuff and went to meet Austin who was beaming at her.

Faceless said " What made him turn against you?" I asked, I want to make sure I know the details. " He suddenly withdrew himself and now he's using everything within his power to fight me and expose me" " Sounds like a good person to me" I remarked and he shot me an angry look. " I decide who's good and who's not!" he replied " I'll keep that in mind too" I said intentionally teasing him. " So, you're to eliminate him and bring those with here for us to experiment on them, we realized some set of people are immune to the virus, so we need as much of those people as we can. We can create immortality through it" he exaplained.

Zoey said as I just sat down there with no more tears to shed. "I really thought I found the one," I said truthfully. "Come on, you are still very young and have a lot of options outside that moron," Selene chipped in, pulling me to stand up from the floor. That's what she thinks, but that's not true, the dating pool in the city is very tight. The majority of the city is extremely wealthy and they all date amongst themselves which is mostly done by their family setting them up amongst themselves and to people like me who aren't in that demographic there is no chance. Because people in my class want to go up too by trying to get into the upper class which only works when you are super pretty.

That’s all. The Underground doesn’t deal anything harder than pot. They don’t traffick girls. They aren’t a car theft ring. They aren’t even a shoplifting ring, from what I can tell. They’re just a semi-coed fraternity with a cooler name. A bunch of artists and intellectuals who want to hang out together and protect each other and do whatever werewolves do for fun. And anyway none of this matters because I’m not dating him. To a werewolf pack, I’m just a human female, an Omega. The lowest of their members. Beneath everyone.

"That man you come up against in your dream is an in-between just like you but he as joined up with a witch that has enhanced his vampire abilities and somehow he is tied to you. Meaning if we cause him to the pain we cause you pain." "They must have formed underground to stay alive being killed by both their own kind and humans. Blair-Boo must have a key role in their plans to come after her. So theirs them and then the ones out to overthrow the royals. This doesn't help anything it just makes it worse. Those underground in-betweens are coming for Blair-Boo for whatever reason if it is to get her to join I can't have her going with them when we are being attacked on another front." Carden s

NEET Sure, why not? JULIA Please, it's just a..... What is seriously coming? I thought you would reject it. NEET *chuckling* Yes, I would love to come and why won't I accept nice offer? RILEY Well, you kind of ignored us in the class. NEET *awkwardly* Sorry I am not good at making friends and most people in school ignore me or bullies me. *while gulping* ----------------------------------------- I said looking anywhere but them.

These powerful Underlings learned that if their un-living host killed a living being and infected it with the essence of other spirits, then they could give passage to the spirits and Wraiths of their choosing—angry, malignant entities that only wanted to do damage—entities that the Mother would have never consented to. Soon humans were being killed for food, to generate more of their kind, or in fits of bloodlust. Instead of dining on the life-blood of animals, they had hideous urges to drink from their own human brother or even each other. The spark of humanity was extinguished in these violent undead. They could not procreate or resist the bloodlust that tried to consume them. They became

“Selling women and little girls against their will as sex slaves?” “Stop with the righteous indignation,” he tsked. “You’re young and you have twenty-plus productive, money-making years ahead of you. You couldn’t possibly understand until you get older and your nest egg isn’t enough to really live on. I wasn’t about to suffer the rest of my days in the thoroughly middle-class income bracket after risking my life over and over. These girls don’t matter. Most come from poor families who can barely feed them. And the women… I’m just giving them a permanent outlet for their kink.” I gasp, shock like a sledgehammer in my chest, pounding all the air out of my lungs.

“Your treachery knows no bounds. Please learn to take jokes.” “Treachery? You want to use me as monster chow. And I would never feed you.” “But that BLT was delicious...” he said, forlorn. “Fine. I can do without domestic services. What I do need, however, is something underworlders find appetizing: namely, nubile young women-” “-Nubile? Did you really just say that?-” “-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-”