Underdog Fantasy Headquarters の小説・ストーリー

"It's Antonio, Don. The man you put in charge of the casino. And Esa, from the club. They have been conspiring together... planning to run off. Silvio’s eyebrows lifted, his gaze sharp “Esa” he said, his voice cold "Yes, Don, they have been together for some time” Damian said, keeping his tone steady Silvio exhaled slowly, his lips spreading into a faint, dangerous smile. He reached for his cigarette, lighting it with his lighter. The smoke swirled up, drifting slowly upward "Where are they now?" he asked "The underground" Damian answered. Silvio's grin widened. He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and chilling "A great show is about to start” he said, his laughter rolling through the ro

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

“Let’s get this over with.” The group entered the warehouse, passing through a maze of corridors until they reached a heavy, reinforced door. Noah punched in a code, and the door slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing a stark underground basement. The room was dimly lit, the concrete walls adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Hunter was led to a metal chair bolted to the floor in the center of the room. He glanced around nervously, his earlier bravado evaporating. Rhodes and the other men took their positions, ensuring there was no escape.

Olivia continued softly, “I’m seeing one of the Leather Brothers.” “The what?” Ruby watched amusement dance across Olivia’s face. “The four men who run Fantasy.” Immediately intrigued, Ruby moved closer. “Master Steele owns most of the club,” Olivia explained. “Sixty percent. The others each own a smaller share. Sir Ash, Stryker, and Master Damian.” Ruby thought instantly of the massive men downstairs. “That’s… an intimidating group of humans.” Olivia laughed quietly. “Very.” The elevator lights shifted subtly as they continued ascending. “Master Steele built Fantasy years ago,” Olivia continued. “But He trusted very few people enough to expand it with Him. The others earned that trust.”

Everything he said, and everything he touched turned to fiction. “Where you going?” said the guy. “Through the seven gates and into the Underworld.” “Seven Sisters, that’s in Haringey innit? On the Victoria line.” “I don’t want the underground, I want the Underworld.” For the first time the guy looked up and saw Jimmy. He blinked, did a double take, and then his eyes glazed over as though he were falling under the spell of the story in which Jimmy was dressed. “The Underworld, sorry mate, must’ve misheard you innit. I’ll get someone on it straight away. What’s the name?”

"Enough to give me enhanced speed and strength, minor compulsion abilities, and a serious aversion to garlic. Not enough to require blood or combust in sunlight. I'm basically vampire-lite." "We're the outcasts," Alex said, settling at the table with their lunch. "The in-between people who don't fit neatly into any category. Too supernatural for humans, too different for traditional packs." "The Underground," I said, remembering the name. "The Underground," they confirmed. "Founded three years ago when we realized we were all hiding similar secrets and could benefit from mutual support." "What exactly do you do?" I asked, sitting down with the lunch I'd grabbed from the cafeteria. "Besides h

THE UNDERGROUND The warehouse in Brooklyn's industrial district looked abandoned from the outside....broken windows, graffitied walls, chain-link fence surrounding the property. But on Friday nights, it became something else entirely. The Underground. New York's most exclusive illegal fight club. Cash bets only. No rules except: fight ends when someone taps out, passes out, or doesn't get up. Medical staff on site. Fighters sign waivers. What happens in The Underground stays in The Underground. And tonight, Cassandra "Cass" Reeves was fighting for the first time in the main event.

THE COUNCIL OF THE UNDERGROUND ~STEPHAN I speed down the busy roads of the big city as I thought about what they wanted from me. They had done countless business in the dark with my father and now they wanted to get down with me. There was just one problem, I was not my father and I had no intention of being so. I already knew that Frank would already be waiting for me at the rendezvous point. The Council had its headquarters in the city metro among the numerous sky scrappers built to ensure the economic development of the city. It was the city of blood and honor, of murder and betrayal.

He didn’t waste time with greetings; he just tossed a folder onto my desk. “Update on Juan.” I opened it, scanning the first page. “Talk.” “Two of his guys at each club,” Roc said. “Same play. Trying to pull the newer girls out the back. They’re getting bold.” “Or stupid.” “Both,” he said with a shrug. “But they’re scared too. They keep talking about that stepsister he’s hunting.” My jaw tightened. “They mention a name?” Roc nodded. “Yeah. Sara.” A cold pulse hit the center of my chest, but I kept my face still. “And?”

Sarah pinched me to get me to behave. Immediately I lowered my gaze as we greeted them, especially the CEO, it was the first time seeing him up close. STONEFORGE is not just hotels. A known name around the world, A huge Conglomerate amongst the richest elites. It's almost like a privilege to even see him. Just like the tales told he is young and obviously younger looking than the devil and whoever the other young man is. "Where have you been, I have searched everywhere for you?" he asked approaching, I looked behind meeting Sarah's eyes, but she seemed excited, almost giggling, to be honest.