Underworld Alexander Novels & Stories

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

she answered getting up, "Besides, it's spring, you can use them without roasting like a chicken, you have beautiful legs and they look very long even with your short height, a loose top and you will be pure dynamite." She gave me a greenish top and I was about to put it on when she stopped me in horror. “Please tell me what I see is not a sports bra, because I will kill the person who bought it.” "Well, Alex told me...” "Alex is a fucking hypocrite,” she interrupted, "Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, they brought me a section of lustful and scarcely woven underwear from La Perla." “Oh, Alex took me there on Monday, but he pulled me out when I asked about a strange piece of clo

She shifted her claws to cut him again. “Fine I’m sorry, I swear I wasn’t going to kill him I was just desperate to find another Alpha” Alexander walked towards them with Raymond running over. He had been texted to cover over after Ruth intervention. Alexander told Raymond and Ruth about Oliver who sent him a video of him as a werewolf form and they had devised this plan. Originally Alexander wasn’t afraid of the video being revealed but his person knew him and probably tracked him down to get his contact. There was a chance the person knew where he lived so to prevent unnecessary problem in the future they had decided to take the person down tonight.

"Alex is in the middle of all these, Chelsea. You can't blame him for feeling all worked up after knowing that demons are now ravaging the street." "But he has powers, doesn't he?" She said, voice firm. "He hasn't discovered his powers as a devil..." "Werewolf." Chelsea sprang up. "He is a Werewolf. Don't Werewolves possess powers?" "Chelsea!" She laughed pushing the teenager's shoulder. Chelsea's eyes widened and anticipated. "You read too many books. He doesn't have any magical powers if that's what you mean." She watched her eyes drop. "Yet." "Oh." "So, you see? Alex needs us all."

The confidence of a beast that knew it could never be defeated. Then, in a single instant, the heads of the three heirs of the Witch Kingdom were in one place while their bodies were in another. Blood splattered across the ground like a horrifying painting. Everyone stared in shock at what had happened, while Valeria's screams echoed throughout the area. Alexander returned to his human form and looked directly at me "I will cut off the head of every person in the Witch Kingdom, whether man, woman, or child, if you do not remove this barrier and kneel before me."

Alexander asked, out of curiosity, and fear that they had killed her or sort. “Follow me.” The man said. Alexander followed him, with a bit relief, in him. He felt that since he asked him to follow him, it meant that Bethany was still alive. They passed through corners, and he was surprised that the garage had a few corners, and that wasn’t the only surprise, he was given. He was led to an underground, which was even quieter than the garage he had gotten to, at first. He saw no one around, and began to think if they were playing games with him.

Cool, but also deeply unsettling. The second the lights on our hands turn solid green, Dad gives the word. “Wait until Tisphone starts reacting. Then we go.” We don’t have to wait long. “What are you doing?! How did you get free?!” she shrieks. Then all hell—Underworld—Tartarus, whatever—is unleashed. Light explodes across the pit as the freed prisoners start their chaos parade. And that’s our cue. “Let’s go!” Dad shouts. Alexander takes the lead—against Ma and Pop’s protests, I’m sure—but no one’s stopping him. He’s got the sword. He’s the one who can end this.

Oliver was trapped again. Alexander leaned over the bed. He pressed his large hands into the mattress right next to Oliver's head. He trapped Oliver with his big arms. "I went completely mad after I met you," Alexander said. His voice was heavy with dark lust and sick obsession. His hot breath hit Oliver's face. "As long as you stay by my side, I do not care about anything else in this world!"

The streets were narrow, choked with low-hanging fiber-optic cables that dripped with condensation, looking like the exposed nerves of a concrete giant. Alexander moved through the crowd like a ghost. He kept his hood low, but he could feel the eyes of the slum-dwellers on him. It wasn't because they recognized the face of a billionaire; it was because of the way he moved. His gait was too smooth, his reactions too fast. To the augmented junkies and street-techs, he smelled like high-end, military-grade hardware. "We’re close," Alexander whispered, his voice vibrating with a metallic undertone. "The signature I’m looking for... It’s damp. Subterranean."

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.