Underworld Blood Enemy Novels & Stories

He has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

My friend says, patting his shoulder. My breathing is ragged, and I can't take my eyes off my enemy, completely surrendered to the ground. He glares at me. "You're going to pay for this, boy." Threat. Aurora crouches on her father's side and checks the man's nose, out of the corner of her eye I can see security guards running towards us and I know it's time to back off. " Let's go. Guilhermino calls, hitting my arm." He probably saw the security guards too.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

His influence over the rogue population - the outcasts, the criminals, those exiled from their packs for heinous crimes - is unparalleled. Nothing happens in the werewolf underworld without his knowledge. And to top it all off, he's of Beta blood, meaning there are few who can subdue him with their werewolf aura alone. I have no patience for his games. Cutting him off mid-drawl, I get straight to the point. "I need you to retrieve someone for me."

"And I'm telling you now because Rain is pack. And pack doesn't carry things alone." He let that land. Then he told them everything. He started with Marcus. With Lena's bloodline — ancient, dormant, the kind of lineage that got people killed for what it represented. He told them about the dream Rain had described, the painless edge of the shift, the speed and the vision and the way it had arrived without warning. He told them what Lily had confirmed. That it was only the beginning. That the powers were still surfacing. That the bloodline had chosen Rain specifically, and that people were already moving toward her because of it — drawn by something they may not even be able to name.

He didn't touch me, but he stepped closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over the console, his proximity holding a cold, appreciative weight. "We'll see, Mrs. Blackwood," he whispered, his silver-blue eyes reflecting the steady green hum of the database stack. "Because a tethered beast doesn't stop fighting, Elowen. It simply looks for the weakest link in the chain." The first wave was broken. Laurence Croft was locked in a financial vice of his own making, but as the servers hummed in the quiet room, I knew the real battle was only beginning. The old guard would not stay cornered for long.