Underworld Breach Combos Novels & Stories

"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.

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

The scent wasn't some polished cologne, it was a chaotic, jarring mix of everything the accident left behind, laced with his own desperate heat. First, it was the weirdly pleasant tang of cold sweat and fresh blood, sharp and intense, immediately overridden by the thick, choking smell of burnt oil and scorching rubber clinging to his expensive leather jacket. Then, deeper, beneath the wreckage and the adrenaline, was the true him: a dark, animal anchor of smoke, expensive worn leather, and that specific, heavy musk he always carries, the one that makes me think of old bourbon and midnight meetings. It was raw, dangerous, and utterly necessary. It was the smell of a man who I had just cheated

You never really hide these things from Olivia. “But honey, don't you think it's stressful for you? Handling two jobs is a lot” my mum chips in. I feel really bad about lying to them but I just can't tell them. At least, not yet. It's not like I'm doing anything illegal but my parents would never agree to a job that requires me sleeping in the same house with an unmarried man. They would never understand. But we need the money. The deadline to pay up what's left of the mortgage is fast approaching. I would eventually tell them when I pay up the bill but till then, it stays a secret.

"Underworld Guardian, Sanguinary Guardian, Iguana Guardian..." "You send me to arrest people!" Underworld Guardian is a half-step Asura of nine levels of strength, Iguana Guardian and Sanguinary Guardian are also a half-step Asura of six levels of battle strength. The three of them are currently killing several Obscure Beast souls, and they don't have time to pay attention to the Martial Artist of the Blood Altar Area. At this moment, when they heard the Demon Lord Boss's command from the air, they could directly guess who the Demon Lord Boss would let them arrest.

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.

Liv exclaimed as he inhaled deeply then let his hot breath blow over the silk of the newly discovered prize with a growl. "Min elskede," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let me love you. I need to taste all of you." His words sucked the breath from her lungs. She grabbed onto his shoulders tightly when his hot mouth kissed her mound through the silk. She knew she wanted that strip of silk gone and his mouth on her sensitive flesh yesterday. He obliged her unspoken desire by hooking his thumbs in the side of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She balanced herself with his shoulders as she stepped out of them, the wolf tattoo glowing and hot under her hand. Before she could process

auction. It was the city's most exclusive den of vice. One couldn't even get through the door without connections. Marco looked flushed with excitement, waving the card I'd given him to pay off his debts as he shouted arrogantly, "Six million dollars!" Six million, he said? A cruel smile curved my lips as my finger tapped the screen, sending an instruction to freeze the account. Less than five minutes later, Marco's call came through. The moment I answered, his furious roar blasted through.

“Without your mate, you’re NOTHING! NOTHING!!!” Everything in me stills. The confusion vanishes, My jaw clenches, a scowl pulling at my lips at the mention of mate. Why the hell is Lynette being dragged into this? “You Dravens thought your pack was superior just because you had the most werewolves with their wolf beasts,” the rogue rasps, his voice thick with madness, eyes glowing with twisted reverence. “But not anymore. With the power of our king, more will be reborn. More will awaken. And when we are enough—”his voice quivers with ecstasy—the world will tremble at his might and glory.”

The don of the most powerful mafia family in Langshore had become a nobody who had to work odd jobs to survive and could be pushed around by anyone. He would always lie in wait at the company or places I frequented to ambush me. He'd get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness—until one day, when he vanished completely. Sebastian came to me and said, "I broke his legs. He won't bother you again. You're not gonna feel sorry for him, are you?" I rolled my eyes. "Why would I care?" "Then I guess it's time to make good on that promise I made you in the past."