The Viral Underclass Novels & Stories

She stepped gingerly into the villa in front without waiting for Luka to leave. The villa still looked as crowded as before. There were many beautiful women there. The atmosphere inside the villa looked a little messy. It looked like they were having a lot of fun. There were many bottles of alcohol lying on the floor, as well as on the table. Food wrappers were scattered around, as well as used contraceptives. Caterina sighed harshly. She had only stayed one night; the villa was already a mess. She felt bad for the owners of this villa because they didn't keep it clean when they stayed there.

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

Said Paul who spoke again. "The question is after this! That is the era where this virus ends, what will happen next. It is certain that many people will become poor because they do not work because of this virus and the nation will be destroyed and then after that a rule is established where humans will return to the caste caste each other." Paul spoke again.

Kelsa glanced back with reddened eyes full of tears and said to her mother, "As long as I live, I will find out why you loathe me so much. If you don't want me to be a part of your family, fine! I will survive and rise like a Phoenix. I will come out victorious." "Hahaha!" Mrs Davis laughed sarcastically. "You? Survive and come out victorious. Are you dreaming or I am? Kelsa, perhaps you have a brain damage, so let me refresh your memory for you." "From now onwards, you are no longer a part of the Davis family. And you are also no longer Mrs Shaw. Therefore, you are practically a street rat, a riffraff! Do you understand? Does it sink in?" Mrs Davis enunciated every word with hostility.

But she was ill-fated enough to be this low. Virina practiced a caste system where an ordinary human with no ability was considered lower than a Cultivator. A kind of untouchable. At least, the cultivators farm the land to provide food for the magic wielders and shapeshifters. But being a mere human, deemed as the weakest of them all. “Why do you look unhappy?” His golden eyes gleamed as he teased her. “Well, it didn’t seem wise to be ecstatic since we both know that I want that position for myself. You know what I mean, despite everything that happened to me,” her one brow raised. She tried to look serious just to make fun of him.

There was a moment of silence, and Daniel soon exclaimed in shrill disbelief, "It's a Souleater Vine! Why would the bracelet be… Where did you touch it?!" "I don't know… I just put it on…" Anna sobbed meekly in despair. "Doctor… I need a doctor… I feel so cold… They said there's no antidote, and it's fast-acting… Am I going to die?!" "Stop it!" Daniel snapped, but his voice seemed doubtful. "I'll get you the best doctor! You're going to be fine!" "It's alright… Just let me go, my beloved… I'm happy I can be with you in my last days…"

The Belly of the Beast The "Sub-Sub-Basement" was the United Cities' dirty secret. Here, the memory-virus hadn't just been a dream; it had been a nightmare. The walls dripped with moisture, and the air vibrated with the hum of thousands of illegal servers. This was the Underground Market, where those who didn't fit into Halloway's perfect world traded the only currency left: identity. They passed stalls selling "Pre-Reset" music, bottles of Wildlands scents, and-most disturbingly-jars of "True-Wolf" fur.

They were occupied by the High Council of the East, their consciousnesses uploaded into the "Virtual Dawn" "You can't reach us, Darlene!" Elder Valerius’s voice echoed from the spire. He looked like a being of pure, blue light, his eyes a series of scrolling stock-market tickers. "We have turned the world into a Subscription Service. If you want to survive, you have to pay the 'Too Much' energy as a tax!" "I'm not paying anything!" I grabbed the wooden key and drove it into the ground, into the "Root Directory" of the village. I didn't try to hack the code. I Overloaded it.