Novel & Cerita Underworld Blood Enemy

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.

Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

"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.

"Pathetic." The tension mounted. Violence was imminent. Revira gripped the back of Rakar's jacket, scared half to death. "ENOUGH!" The voice came from Eldric. The Elder stepped forward, slicing the tension like a hot knife through butter. He hadn't shouted, but his voice carried an authority that made Goran and the other warriors immediately lower their heads. "This child is dying," Eldric said coldly, looking at Goran. "He carries the Moon Blood. If he detonates here because you blocked his path, your blood will be the first to boil."

but Rowan didn’t hear, didn’t stop, until Patrick’s eyes rolled back and his body went limp, a bloody, battered mess barely breathing among the wreckage. Rowan rose slowly, chest heaving, knuckles raw and throbbing, but the fire inside him only burned hotter, like the violence had stoked it even more. He glanced back into the bedroom where Alex and Carlisle lay in their own pools of blood, groaning softly, their faces swollen masks of purple and red, bodies twisted at unnatural angles on the carpet. The three of them, these sick excuses for human beings, sprawled like trash, nearly unconscious and completely broken. It should’ve brought some peace, some release, but all Rowan felt was a holl

Mostly in fear that this dream would vanish and I wouldn’t get the answers that I want. “Our brother, Adron, runs…created the underworld. He has fully gone under and lives there now. It is a completely different plane and unfortunately, we don’t have access to it. Adron has created all the evil creatures that you have learned about, dragons and what not, but he has also created a creature called vamolves. When a vampire or wolf is on the brink of death, he will show up and put a poison in their body. This poison makes them have the abilities of both wolf and vampire.” Althea said looking sad.

But he didn't let them go far before shooting them all, watching with pure indifference as they fell to the ground. He glanced back at me, staring at me for a while, not saying anything. So I spoke first. “Who… Who are you? What do you want with me?” I questioned, waiting for an answer but before he said anything, my eyes strayed, observing him. And then I saw something. A red glove in one hand, a handgun that had an insignia of a Serpent coiled around a sword, and ruby eyes. This man… He was… “You're Alden Black Lombardi, the king of the Underworld. What… What do you want with me?”

The dark-blue flame exploded like a bomb when it came in contact with the underworld soldiers, turning the entire area into a sea of dark-blue flames. The underworld soldiers never stood a chance. The sea of dark-blue flame instantly drowned them. They screamed miserably as their souls shattered. It was a massacre. Skylar was like a tiger making its way through a flock of sheep, barely encountering any resistance as he entered the depths of the Underworld smoothly.