Underground Novels & Stories

The driver asked. "The Underground! Our friend Paulo is DJing tonight." Fi said. The Underground nightclub is literally underground and takes it's name seriously with an unmarked basement level entrance. Those who live for a see-and-be-seen atmosphere feel right at home here. Bottle service and celebrity sightings are common at the cavernous bomb shelter entryway where DJs spin until the sun comes up and candlelit ammunition crates serve as tables. Pearl thought it was pretty rad and was excited to be there.

I wonder what he was planning to show me in there. He raised the carpet and lo and behold, there was what looked like a door underground there. He opened it and led the way. I was afraid, I won’t lie but I tried to convince myself that my grandmother wouldn’t hurt me. The road underground was dark and quiet but when we got to the main place, Tom turned on the lights. It all made sense now. It was a whole new world underground. There were servers and several computers and people operating them. There were chatters and whispers among those people, male and female alike.

Clyde asked. “Of course, there is a problem, a huge one. The sewer stinks.” “Ugh, can you just keep going?” Damien groaned and she sighed before nodding. “What is under the ground?” Chloe asked. “There is actually nothing under the ground but right above it, there is a vault.” She replied and tapped on the spot. “And according to this prints, I think it's built with titanium.” “Titanium?” “Yeah, and the reason why it is so secret is because the entrance to it is a wall, no one could know it's a door.”

We couldn't stay on the main roads because the police were likely setting up checkpoints at every major intersection, so Lucien turned into a nondescript parking garage that looked like it belonged to a shopping mall but actually led down to a heavy steel gate guarded by two men in suits. This was the entrance to the "Underground," a massive basement network where the rules of the surface didn't apply and where criminals could trade in anything from stolen masterpieces to illegal hardware without being bothered by the authorities. We stepped out of the van and the air was warmer down here but it was thick with the smell of expensive tobacco and expensive elect

Once again, doubts arose in his mind. Is he underground? It was possible! Because he hadn't stopped going down ever since. But Uri still don't understand how they make a path from the third floor through to the ground? Moreover, the structure is not simple. On the contrary, it is very complicated... It's like "An Underground World". In his mind, Uri subconsciously recalled the movie "Journey To The Center Of The Earth" that he often watched when he was a kid. Although a bit absurd, this made Uri feel a bit troubled.

“Not yet.” We pressed deeper. The ground sloped into a narrow passage hidden between two jagged stones. Then, without warning, the path opened into a vast underground space, a massive hideout carved beneath the earth. Fresh footprints covered the dirt. Charlotte clutched my arm. “This place… it’s huge.” “And active,” Rowan murmured. “Look.” My gaze followed his, a wall smeared with something dark and tacky. Blood. Fresh. And above it, scrawled in uneven letters:

"The 'Subway Ghost' didn't just teach you to fight; he taught you how to 'De-materialize' here." The Geography of the Underworld They moved deeper into the "Sub-Surface" sectors, bypassing the "High-Frequency" scanners of the modern transit lines. Ethan led them through "Logic-Gaps" in the maintenance tunnels—passages that had been "Liquidated" from the city's "Official Ledger" decades ago.

Elliot and Avery followed her closely. There was a huge door on the ground." Holly took them around to the main entrance. The main entrance was at the side of the house. It was a door made of steel. Elliot grabbed the doorknob. He wanted to open the door but could not do it. It was locked. They needed a key. "Don't worry. There is another entrance," Holly said calmly. "The other entrance is to enter from the ground." "An underground entrance?" Avery sounded stunned. "Yes, criminals lack a sense of security. We are afraid of the light and the police. Hiding in the dark makes us feel safe, so there is a huge underground cellar her

I asked, interrupting their conversation about what celebrities were considering fashion currently. “You will love it here. This is a place I found a long time ago. It is called the Underground. It is the one place where every creature can come to have fun without worrying about who is a vampire, werewolf, or whatever. There is a no-discrimination rule here. So, you won’t have to worry about being a hybrid.”

She gave a quick glance at the neighboring house beside hers and immediately hated the distance between them, it was like only four to five feet away from each other. Silently, Ariana and her mother unpacked their belongings and put it where necessary. None of them uttering a word to each other. Finding the silence rather uncomfortable, she went outside to get her luggages for her room. Reluctantly, she dragged the big bag off the car's trunk, then a car drive past her, spilling mud water on her trouser. "Shit." She cursed, glaring hard at the car. A girl about twenty-two or so came out when the car was parked, texting on her phone. Ariana turned, not wanting to attention. She focused her at