Underworld Blood Enemy Novels & Stories

The clearing ahead opened toward the riverbank—the same place where, once, as children, they’d sworn they’d never let the old world touch them again. Now it was waiting for them. Zevran turned, snapping his jaws at the first hunter to breach the clearing. The man’s scream echoed as he fell, silver blade clattering uselessly to the ground. Another came from the right—Kaelira met him mid-charge, claws slashing through his arm. The blood that spilled burned her skin, laced with iron. More came. Too many. Zevran’s wolf spun, killing two, three, but for every one that fell, another emerged from the shadows.

"What desires?? How did you both get…" I knew what she was about asking. "He had traveled to the underworld to see a man by name, Lawst!! He wasn't going to seek answers but he was going to know who really Orpheus is and he happened to cross our territory and was captured by the lethal bloodsuckers, the…" "Lethal bloodsuckers??" Her eyes tore in horror. Probably she was familiar as fuxk with who really the lethal bloodsuckers were. The most revered clan in the underworld with the strongest army.

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.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

The sudden solitude was a welcome respite, allowing me to clear my head and process the events that had just transpired. The intricate web of Marina's plans was beginning to unravel, revealing a complex tapestry of power struggles and ancient magic. As I pieced together the information, a daunting picture emerged: Marina sought to exploit my army to eliminate the Necromancers, paving the way for her ascension to the throne of the Underworld. However, to achieve this goal, she would need to take out my brothers and me, the current rulers of the Underworld. The stakes were high, and Marina's formidable triple threat of Forsaken, Necromancer, and Witch abilities made her a force to be reckoned

Ariel cut off the head of the enemy, his face still looks surprised, his eyes look like they are about to pop out and his face is video open, I am talking about the enemy head enemy head falls on the ground, his body which is without a head is bleeding, his blood is flowing with rainwater. everyone looks so surprised and some of them are still busy in battle, Ariel didn't stop after murdering someone. his angry is still riding his head, he was talking big breath, soldier of both nations were surprised and recognized because he throws away his helmet. he starts to attack everyone who trying to come. into his way, everyone realized that he is a dangerous animal. everyone trying to not get in h

“Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.” “You, bastard!” I yelled and my hands shook. Without further ado, I sauntered towards him and gave him alluvion of fiery attacks. He welcomed me with an arrogant smirk. He blocked and defended himself but this time I’m faster and more powerful than him. He was thrown away when he was hit. But I got more pissed when he still managed to laugh even when he was already coughing blood. “I think I underestimated you. I didn’t know you are actually more powerful than I expected. You are really something.”

Flora could tell that the tall man came out of an underground passageway that could be connected to the main house. The tall man walked with confident steps towards the marble table and the leader stepped away before himself dropping prostrated to the floor. Slowly, the tall man lowered his face towards Eva’s neck. All of a sudden, Eva opened her eyes and she screamed as she tried to push the tall man away from her. Then, Eva closed her eyes and her hands fell away. When the tall man raised his head, Flora was shocked to see his eyes glowing red under the darkness of his hood. From his chin dripped Eva’s blood. Flora could not believe what she just saw. She placed her hand over her mouth to

( High Scholar Vanessa Lumariy) Everyone in the room were not by any means a new blood in the war or knowledge about Fantasma most famous enemies the Undeads and the Demons, it was a common knowledge that although Undeads were mostly weak, but the rotting walking corpse were never to be underestimate, Undeads whenever they appeared naturally it would be in a large numbers and with it, they carries all kind of diseases and plague on their wake and at every step their takes.

He has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h