Underworld Blood Enemy Novels & Stories

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

I kicked and hit at whatever it was holding me up, making small sparks fly. Something wet and hot dripped onto my face. I blinked rapidly trying to get the blood out of my eye. It stung from how dry my eyes were and it irritated the wound slightly. Another drop of something warm landed on my shoulder. Another drop dropped on my forehead, burning like fire. I shivered involuntarily as another drop of something cold and slimy dropped on top of me. It stung my skin and I flinched as another drop of something hot landed on my foot. My toes curled under the substance as I tried to pull them further apart to get away from the heat coming from the liquid. Finally, after what felt like hours, the pr

The statement is met with an immediate spike in tension and yet, despite that tension, I can see the determination settle in their eyes. They were ready to fight. Anyone. For me. It is humbling. It is strengthening. I, too, am willing to fight for my pack. For my people. My family. “We have one more enemy to fight. This one is more formidable than all others. One of the things that make him -it- so, is the fact that he is not mortal.” “What?” “Not mortal?” “What does that mean?” “Yes,” I continue. “We have an enemy who seeks to destroy us and not just us, but the whole world as we know it. We are his first target because of our close relationship with the Moon Goddess.”

“Are you really Alex Rockefeller? Alex Rockefeller in the Underworld? You really hid well and revealed no information about the Underworld. If everyone else hadn’t been spreading the news, I would’ve never known you were a Wastelander.” Two people in that group of people had never been to the Underworld, nor had they taken any spiritual blood oath. “You guys have taken the spiritual blood oath, but not us! We will just strike and kill him!” “We are in the real world now, not the Underworld!” Boom!

“It was like listening to the grave itself speak. She talked of a Death Goddess, of an uprising. She wasn't threatening me, Daisy, she was warning me. We are fighting the wrong enemy!” “The wrong enemy?” Daisy’s voice rose, sharp and piercing. “Our enemy is Derek Bloodwood, the monster who stole your fated mate and turned Layla into his weapon! Our enemies are the packs that mock us, that call us weak for not having crushed them already. And now you want to go to our allies, the very Alphas who have risked their own people to stand with you, and tell them ghost stories?”

said an Undead who had just walked into the room. Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress. “Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” “Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Blood Daemons, Undead who derived their strength from the blood of their enemies. The two were twins that had served Dark Shadow even before Muscles and Slender had become her ar

The gold light crawling up my arms feels like fire and like home. “Wren,” Draven says. His voice is quiet. Careful. “Put the knife down.” I look at him. Really look. The bond is still there. Still burning. But under it, something else hums. Something older. Something that calls the light. Clay’s cry destroyed the tanks. Not the pack. Wrath was right. First Blood doesn’t kill wolves. It kills enemies. And right now, I don’t know who the enemy is. “Alistair,” I say. My voice doesn’t sound like mine. “Is he dead?”

I fight him desperately, trying to go back to Matt. Nina removes a small dagger from her black urban boots and slices my wrists with it while casting a spell. Daniel pulls me up and grabs my wounded wrist to drink from it. -"Hail Hades, King of the Underwold. Take her blood as our offering and give us the strength to make this world yours." A thunder strikes nearby, leaving behind a massive crack in the earth. Everyone on the battlefield halts their fights to witness this bizarre scene. Daniel pushes me to the side and opens his arms towards the ground opening. Heat irradiates from the lava flowing in its depth. A shadow dog-like creature with three heads emerges from the blazing pits and wa

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.