Underworld Blood Enemy の小説・ストーリー

The whole place is lit a soft blue light from a great number of strange glowing orbs scattered around the landscaping around us. Honestly, while the Underworld has so far been desolate and brutally impressive, here it’s…quite pretty. Anton gives a little growl that draws my eyes to him and he bumps himself into my side, letting his tongue loll a little as he looks at me.

Vessa accepted the tool from his hand without glancing at the attendant, stepping behind me, and the courtyard went completely still. My wolf recoiled with a jarring shock against the internal suppression; my vision swam white at the edges, and I pressed my hands flat against my thighs to maintain a semblance of composure, breathing in, holding. Blood magic was already unstable, a full break at this moment in this public courtyard would end everything, and I tightened every muscle in my body to hold the storm at bay. The shears snapped open.

"Killing you quick wouldn't settle the score for my dead brothers. I'd rather take my time breaking you. I want everyone in the underworld to see that Daniela isn't untouchable." I thrashed and writhed, but the iron found me over and over, searing my flesh until the pain choked the screams right out of my throat. After what felt like an eternity of burning, just as I was about to black out, they finally lowered me down. But I'd barely caught my breath when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my wrist. Giovanni had actually taken a knife to it, slicing it open, then shoving my hand into the sea. Blood swirled into the dark sea, staining it red.

How could Ale bear such mistreatment? Sion’s maid was killed earlier because of a word, whereas Alex scolded him with such disgusting comments. So, he deserved to die even more. As soon as Ale lashed out a punch, runes spread all over the ground. That punch was more potent than Alex expected. Obviously, being in the Underworld was worlds apart from reality. When he was in the Underworld, his combat power depended entirely on the soul power, and everything was related to the soul and bones. However, in reality, the strongest thing was the body of flesh and blood, the foundation.

“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?” “It is not a ghost story! It’s the truth!” I roared, taking a step towards her, my frustration boiling over. “I saw it. I felt it. That entity is using Layla as a vessel, and if it gains full control, what I saw in that dungeon will be nothing. It will be a prelude to a massacre that will engulf us all. We need to unite, not against Bloodwood, but against this… th

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.

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 intense bloodthirst pressure that they felt right now was equivalent or even greater than the Blood Vampire. “Ugh!” “Fuck!” “Shit!” All the enemies behind her slumped flat on the floor with their heads and back firmly planted on the floor as if something invisible pinned them against the floor. “Ugh, ugh. Who are you?” Shadow watched everything unfold without saying anything. She then released the air that she didn’t know she was holding.