Underworld Blood Enemy Novels & Stories

But one person caught his eyes, his eyebrows raised when he saw her. Their eyes met, and in a fleeting of moment she could see the surprise in his eyes but it soon faded. Then the fear in Lily tripled when she saw the corner of his mouth raised into a smirk. The corner of his mouth raised, and his lips parted, he was about to say something... Lily's heart halted in her chest. However, suddenly Logan used his claws to decapitate his head, and immediately his head fell onto the marbled floor. His body fell to the ground and blood started gushing out of his acephalous body, pooling on the marbled floor.

Baruz cast a cursory glance at him and again turned to the younger generation. “Our enemies are fast and dangerous, of course, half-blood vampires are not as strong as half-blood werewolves, but pure-blood bloodsuckers are a separate story. Baruz turned to the werewolf, again bypassing him from behind, with the help of several deceptive movements, jumping up, stunned him with a powerful double blow to the back of the head. The werewolf collapsed, Baruz clenching the sharp, diamond-shaped hammer blades at his opponent's throat. - Berges, you need to be like a battle strategy, and work on speed. Understood me? - the mighty werewolf, tucking his ears, nodded meekly.

About one month passed by. One day Madarshi suudenly out of the blue told me, “Brother, let’s go.” I asked him where to and he replied, “We’re going to Japan to carry out our first mission as devils. And our target, it’s the ‘agent scum’ of Japan.” Then I remembered about the agent scum. Mr. Jihad gave that name to those who took orders from any of the five great nations and carry out that order. No one knows the identity of the ‘agent scum’ and because of them a lot of innocents died in the World War III and people are still suffering. Madarashi had recognized them as his first enemies for elimination. But then I asked how he will find out the identity of that agent scum and in reply he sai

He didn’t care if he died right now as long as he could let out the rage that was building up inside him. As the red-eyed werewolves saw William’s nails grow longer and sharper, they backed away. But their boldness returned until it was the only alteration in his physique, and they assumed the young man was only weak because he couldn’t fully transform into a dog-like or massive humanoid form yet. One of the three adversaries growled and charged at William. He was going to devour William whole when he opened his ravenous jaws, but William managed to dodge it. The enemy launched another strike, this time intending to pierce William’s throat with its sharp claws, but the latter slid and kicked

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

" Werewolves have three mortal enemies... The first has been vampires and then secondly the hunters. The vampires whispered sweetly to the hunters so they hunted us, while the vampires hid away. Then the hunters realized they had been deceived so now they hunt both... But the third enemy is always the worst because we know ourselves best. That makes us terrible enemies we must contend with." She spoke with wisdom while I tried to paint the world as simple, my colorful words didn't change the truth. " I want the chance to choose my enemies at least... " " So be it... But know this outsider, lives are in your hands. Blood doesn't wash away and screams don't fade. The voice of the dead is alway

Underground illegal fights, assassinations, drug dealing… he was the literal nightmare for every living species on earth. “Blood Moon Pack warriors are still here. Spread all over the city and waiting for my command. I need to know that whatever you are planning is fool-proof, because a slight mishap, Eden dies. And if she does, then you will be buried with her.” I pointed a finger at him causing him to smirk. “Considering she’s still alive. Let’s not forget who kidnapped her. Mother’s jealous ex-boyfriend and if I remember well, your long-term nemesis.” He taunted rolling his head on his shoulders.

A real nightmare. She cleared her throat and continued, “Now, here is where it gets sticky...” She paused for emphasis. “Werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. So, if a vampire gets to Bruce before we do, there’s bound to be a fight to the death. They’re pretty evenly matched so Bruce may or may not win.” “There was a werewolf in Wadim’s dungeon,” I mused aloud. “If they’re mortal enemies, why’d he stay there? It wasn’t as if he was treated like royalty.”