Underdog Rise Novels & Stories

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

I told him making him look at me blankly so I just simply held both of my hands up in surrender. I turn to my dad to find him smiling from ear to ear beside him is Uncle Damon who also have a big smile on his face. "Sorry?" I say or more like asked "promise it won't happen again" i continue with a uncertain look. It was silent when Unlce Damon spoke "What are you sorry about? You were great, you showed them that no one can underestimate a Mariano even the princess" he says with a frown. I looked at the floor then inhaled a huge amount of breath then lat it out slowly. Looking up I start to explain why, "That was the 10th guy I knocked out in the past 3 days." I say once I looked up. Then the

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

Thinking on his feet, he answered, “Well no, but when I wrote the message, I left my identity on the piece of bark, he would know me the moment he sees me.” Fryege furrowed his eyebrows at the absurdity of the sentence but one look from the alpha made him close his mouth that he had just opened. Valencia saw the exchange and asked her omega, “What is it Freyge?” The omega bowed low and spoke, “I…I was going to say that we did find someone who is trying to raise werewolves so we may have had a stroke of luck on that…” he trailed off not knowing what else to say.

It didn't mean I couldn't feel the pang of loneliness, and uncertainty. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet striking the cold floor. I put a robe around me and padded over to the window. The sun was just beginning its rise, casting a warm golden light across the landscape. A new day, another chance. Surely things could only get better now, Alpha Blake promised he would stand by me. The night had been anything but restful. I had been hounded by nightmares, gnarled reflections of everything I feared most and everything that made me insecure.

It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not. Over time, I’ve realized that when I’m called, there is always a human who stands out to me, one who calls to me in some way or another. This time, when I felt the call to rise, it was Emmi who called to me. She was an orphan, someone who never had a family, but who always stood up for the underdog. She was the one who would walk through the forest and help the creatures who were injured or trapped. They responded to her, as they would have to me, with trust and affection.

"I actually didn't want to come to this, but that dickhead, Kael insisted I do or I risk being kicked out of Darkspire. You know, that man might really go missing one day." I laughed—genuinely this time. "You two are crazy." He picked us the glass of wine I'd been drinking and emptied it down his throat. "You know, you'd also become quite powerful when Jaris wins this thing. You'd become the Luna to every other Luna." He chuckled, obviously liking how it tasted on his tongue. "Then, you'd have more people wanting to kiss your ass. You'd be respected everywhere you go. Hm. My little friend."

Now I knew why she felt that way. I was trained by my Uncle Niko, who saved my grandmother from Alpha Richard. He trained me in the backyard for hours from when I was old enough to throw a punch. He made it seem like a game at first, and then he started hitting me for real. It was how I was able to fight all the warriors here. Back then, I didn’t have power but had the element of surprise and speed. He enrolled me in classes and would go to my competitions. We would review the tapes when I lost, and he explained everything I did wrong. He taught me how to spot the weaknesses in others to get ahead. He didn't care if the fight was fair; he just wanted me to win.

Not just because of the unexpected breakthrough detected in the game—those kinds of users were considered supreme level and god-tier to perform such tactics and even cause the Eternalglass to shatter. It was something they wouldn’t let slide. Adrian had just clicked the button that brought him to the attention of the strongest players in the game. They were no longer just gamers; the world saw them as heroes. And Adrian had just performed a move no ordinary human could. Unknown to Adrian, the sects already had their eyes on him. ⸻

The online world seemed to hold its breath as the digital clock struck 00:00. On Zea Production’s official YouTube channel, a two-minute and thirty-second video had just been uploaded. Its title was short yet piercing: THE BETRAYAL – Official Trailer. Within minutes, the view count skyrocketed from thousands to millions, sparking a tidal wave of comments that flooded social media from Jakarta to Cannes.