Underworld Blood Enemy 소설 & 이야기

They were chatting lively while Xena remained silent. Sophia looked at her. "Xena, what are you thinking?" Xena sneered. "So she has always been in the Underworld Palace, not sold off into the mountains. She probably returned to take down the Martinez family and the Carsons. No wonder she went to great lengths to marry Hamish." Sophia frowned. "Could the Underworld Palace be aiming for sole dominance? Will they also target the Inferno Alliance?" Elijah said, "Underworld Palace has already captured many tycoons. It would be good if they also targeted Inferno Alliance. I fear they might join forces against us."

“After all he's demon, and a demon don't die easily. But now, trust me, this is a very opportunity to attack him." “Do you have a plan?" Dickson asked, thinking that he must have one since he was the one who poisoned him. “I think I do." He replied and Dickson raised his chin as he stared at him, as he wondered that if Logan was the demon, then Alberto was the devil. But between the demon and the devil who would last? The question remained tricky for him, anyway he knew who he wanted to win.

“Your treachery knows no bounds. Please learn to take jokes.” “Treachery? You want to use me as monster chow. And I would never feed you.” “But that BLT was delicious...” he said, forlorn. “Fine. I can do without domestic services. What I do need, however, is something underworlders find appetizing: namely, nubile young women-” “-Nubile? Did you really just say that?-” “-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-”

Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. "You… have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you're definitely not an ordinary person. I-I underestimated you!" After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died. The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill. Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground.

It promptly fell as he whacked it in the neck. The opponent rose and leapt in William’s way, its sharp claws aimed for William’s neck, but the latter’s vision sharpened and he grasped the werewolf’s foot before it could scratch his neck. He dumped it to the ground with all his strength, but he didn’t let grip of its foot right away. He even scooped it up and dumped the enemy again. The dry leaves flew away due to the force of the strike. When William released the opponent, it staggered to the point of suffocation and died.

The light radiating from him stirred the sea of blood, droplets rose and swirled around Evelyn’s feet as though bowing to a god. “Who are you?” she demanded. “I…” —the voice rumbled like thunder beneath the earth— “…am the first Blood King.” Evelyn froze, her heart pounding. “Impossible. The Blood King is Lucien—” “Lucien is merely my heir,” he said. “But you…” he raised a massive hand, his palm hovering in the air— “…you are what the world lost.” --- A cold wind blew across the sea, stirring the surface. For an instant, Evelyn saw flashes—humans and vampires locked in endless battle, dying together in blood-soaked chaos.

"You will not leave the Underworld, Dela," "Oh, but I most definitely will. It takes more than shadows to help one regain their magic in the pits of the Underworld. You, of all people, should know that," I mused. My voice coming out extra sweet. Balthazar's brows pinched together in confusion. My smile widened. "After all, your enemy's enemy is your greatest ally. Isn't that right, Phillip?" I asked, turning to the shadows. Phillip stepped forward, making his way to my side, a devious smile on his lips.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in