Underground Novels & Stories

Fluorescent green letters in a spray paint font declare “The Underground” is the name of the club. “This isn’t exactly my type of place,” Owen says as we cross the street. We ditched the car on a different road, just to be safe, and took some dubious shortcuts to get here. “Is there a particular etiquette I should follow or…” “Did you get the impression I was hanging out in a lot of dodgy bars?” I snap. “Keep your voice down and look less judgmental. Pretend you know what you’re doing.”

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.

Sven joined us, his presence a steadying force as he muttered, "Makes sense. It's hard to track someone when they're underground." His words struck a cord deep inside me, and I knew then that the Densels had purposely kept themselves hidden for many years by living below ground, where the lack of a phone signal or internet connection might make it harder to track them as easily. Also, land with no houses usually looks relatively inhabitable to the naked eye. It was the perfect fucking shield from the outside world.

The battle “It’s too quiet,” Daniel muttered from behind, echoing Nathan’s exact thoughts. Darius glanced back, his face impassive. “She’s underground. The warehouse is just a front.” Nathan’s jaw tightened. “Underground? How do we get down there?” “There’s an access point inside,” Darius replied. “A hatch in the floor. It leads to a network of tunnels. That’s where she is.” Nathan exchanged a look with Ashina, but she immediately tore her gaze away. The idea of walking into an underground labyrinth filled with undead werewolves sent a chill down his spine, but they had come too far to turn back n

"So we might as well go down fighting. Take as many of them with us as possible." "That's not a plan," Dr. Morrison said from the corner. "That's glorified suicide." "You have a better idea?" Zara challenged. "Actually, yes." Elena spread out a different map, this one showing underground tunnel systems. "The Blackwood territory sits on old mine shafts. Most are collapsed, but some are still passable." She traced a route with her finger. "We can infiltrate from below. Avoid the main defenses." "How do you know about these tunnels?" Alexei asked.

“Right. Does this have to do with how your house is bursting at the seams with stuff?” “Yup. Not sure who bought more, Esme or her father.” “It’s exciting.” “It’s something.” “What’s that?” Gunnar pointed to a small outcrop of stones out of place in the natural landscape. “Let’s go see.” On closer inspection, the stones created a well or opening. “There are tunnels running deep underground.” “A mine.” “Seems so. This was not listed on the perspective.” “Looks deep.” Gunnar threw a stone in, but we never heard it hit. “This is dangerous.” His words hung in the air as the ground gave way beneath us.

"We dig underneath the bunker. Pack it with explosives. Send them straight to hell." Aiden sighed. "Commander, apocalypse bunkers are typically built underground. The sections below ground are usually stronger than the parts above. They require no windows, no aesthetics. Only structural integrity. If we can't break through from above, breaking through from below will be even harder." Florian's gaze locked onto him. "We're not afraid of difficulty. We're afraid of failure." Aiden lowered his head for a moment before answering, "With what we have now, it's not feasible."

"Isabella!" I looked up. A beam of light from a high-powered flashlight cut through the darkness, illuminating the space inches from my head. I didn't wait. I rolled into the hole, pulling the marble slab back into place just as a bullet whistled through the air, chipping the stone above me. I tumbled down a narrow, metal ladder, landing in a damp, concrete tunnel that smelled of iron and ozone. This was the "undercity," the maze of steam pipes and electrical conduits that powered the heart of New York.

“Already on it.” Olana reached for my sleeve. “You’ll stop them, right?” I met her eyes. “No,” I said. “I’ll ruin them.” The underground market was hidden beneath the city’s ruins, buried in tunnels once used for war. We found it by nightfall. A crumbling stone archway concealed the entrance. Two guards waited, armed and bored. Magnus handed them gold coins without a word. “Enjoy the show,” one sneered. I nearly snapped his neck.

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"