Underworld Blood Enemy Novels & Stories

And at one point, very soon in my future, I would have to face my fate. The more I thought about it, the more it all started to make sense. The creatures who came for me in the woods. Lilith through they must be Vampires. The same creatures that Lucifer created with his own blood. The one enemy he created himself. They wanted to use me as there weapon in their fight to conquer the underworld throne. Even Darren, who didn’t even know my full potential, new that I was a big player in the scheme of things. His years of brainwashed were all to make me think I was playing for the right team. He never once assumed I would find out the truth.

It makes Khrystyanna's wound heal slowly. "Of course I am. Look… I won." She raised her hand that looked like it was being burned. Damian smiled forcefully but it immediately disappeared when he noticed his wife's hand. "A blessed… gun?" He turned to his wife and then angrily scolded her. "Why are you reckless? You know what will happen to you even just by touching that damn thing?!" Damian is also helpless into that sacred weapon in his wife's hand. Because the more purity your bloodline as an Underworld person, the more fatal and intense the effect and damage will be.

’ He yells, and the Blood Dwellers attack us. The vampires and werewolves fight against the Blood Dwellers. There are hundreds of them. Every time a Blood Dweller is defeated, it flickers and reappears in full health again. Vampires and Werewolves are being injured, and some lay dying. My mother is running from one to another, trying to heal as many as possible. Kayla throws vials toward the Blood Dwellers to poison and disorientate them, but it does not affect them.

I retorted. "Sebastian, Carly told me that her bloodline will become our enemies," She replied. Enemy? Carly, an old witch in the supernatural world and a friend of my mother's, possessed unique insights into the mystical realm. Her revelation about Alina's bloodline being a potential threat left me perplexed. "An enemy?" I inquired, trying to wrap my head around the concept. Werewolf hunters," Luna Leah confirmed. I struggled to comprehend how Alina, a fellow werewolf, could be tied to such a fate. It felt like a cruel twist of destiny as if the Moon Goddess had made a grave mistake.

I’ve been able to find plenty of food. My need for violence has been slaked by hunting my prey. No guns here in the Underworld. I have to beat them to death. Bash their heads into the rocky ground. Literally tear them limb from limb. I usually end up covered in blood and ready for a fuck.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

How can you abandon your own flesh and blood? But Marco, desperate for self-preservation, had already lost all reason. He slapped her to the ground. He crawled on his knees to me, pointing at Isabella on the ground. "Giulia! If you help me pay this debt, the child is yours! She's the one carrying it, but it has my blood! It's a Benedetti! "You've always wanted a child, wanted a family, right? I'll sign the baby over to you!" Watching him sell out his own child for survival, my stomach churned. I looked down at him from above and suddenly laughed. The sound echoed across the empty courtyard.

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

Charl pronounced as he shook his head. Although evil is implicit in the nature of the Undead. Those who have consciousness, are able to control this nature to a certain extent " "Is that possible?" Ingrid approached and placed her delicate hand on Charl's shoulder "an example is you" "Aren't you controlling me?" Ingrid denied "Not at all, father ordered me to release you once I get control" "Because?" “When you free yourself” Zark starts “We would know if you still had a conscience; not everyone is capable of controlling his nature as the undead "

Like Harvey, they were flexible, agile, and alert; yeah not that much alert for me but--- I almost miss the point. The fact that Abigail held the gun wrong, and Fread wasn't accustomed to guns before, their job less-likely gave them the opportunity to hold one or it was against their principle. How daunting. Their skills with knives and that BLOODlust, there is one explicit answer. They could be ancient killers or should I say assassins, for them to be our first enemy was such a pain and troublesome. If they'd been breeding ancient killers for a long time and produce hundreds more than my workers, if they are skillful and deadly than Harvey or Abigail, I won't escape the night so as my peopl