Underworld Characters Novels & Stories

"Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..." Almost simultaneously, their minds wandered to the Underworld, in search of Miguel's beloved. It was as if they put on the virtual reality goggles and entered the world of an RPG game with the plot set in Hell. Everything was so realistic you could really feel as if you had come down to the Underworld, even though they were still sitting in Miguel's living room. Each of them focused on not overlookin

"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.

I draw it out from behind my back. He nods once, then pulls me into a deep, possessive kiss that leaves both of us breathless. “I agree with Alex,” he says gruffly. “Don’t be late.” Later – The Underworld Cloaked in invisibility, I enter the Underworld. Normally, I like this place. The Underworld has always gotten a bad rap—especially from Christianity, which tends to equate it with Hell. But it’s more nuanced than that. There are three primary zones:

And so is the Surface to the Underworld. Both worlds co-exist with or without the knowledge of those who live in the two worlds. But then again, it wasn’t an abnormal occurrence if a person from the surface decides to descend down in the Underworld for whatever purpose they have. Mostly, it was associated with illegal transactions or purely for revenge. At the end of the day, it was an entertainment for those in the Underworld, it was fun to watch them dwell in the lion’s den without any protection of some sorts. Truly, an entertaining situation indeed.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

I retorted. "Because we used to be in the same group?" Third said. He have a crystal blue hair. "You already said it, Third. We used to be in the same group it means it was already all in the past. Also, it was just all for convenience, right?" I said That's right. They are my former group mates. We didn't choose to be with each other. It's the people in the underworld that chose us. In the underworld, 7 strong and high people run the whole underworld. They were called 7 deadly sins. First is me the Queen symbolizes the wrath. Yvo the king was the greed. Seref was the Envy. Third was the Sloth. Rex was the Gluttony. Klea was the Pride. Zelestine was the Lust. We're not close because I don't

In this building? Ethan slicked a tongue across his teeth, picking at something caught there with his thumbnail. 'The world beneath yours has always been here, although you've all been led to believe it was made for us. The Underworld. Hell. Whatever you want to call it. Most of you – well, the ones that believe anyway – think it's all fire and torment and yes, it's fucking full of torment sometimes, but there's no fire, no everlasting burning pits of Hell and it sure as fuck wasn't made by anyone but us. We fashion it how and where we choose. What you see here is just a pocket, nothing more, like a rip in the fabric of reality. When we group together, we can make larger pockets, using our u

There wouldn't be a better time than this. "Aw, come on, Gio, don't get your balls all twisted. I was joking-when do we leave?" Con sprung to his feet and feigned a right hook, followed by a left uppercut. Gio chuckled, "Look at you, all Mohammad Ali and shit, jeez Con." They bumped shoulders, looking at the shifter community that lived in the subway system. It was a hard life, and the wolves hardly ever saw the moon, but the underground was the only place where the massive forms of the dragons couldn't fit in. They were safe as long as they didn't go to the top. Above them, the city grew larger. Dragons controlled the business empire, growing wealthy off of humans' ignorance, while a life o

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

This never occurred. I slipped under their hands, kicked one in the nuts while hitting the other in the back, they both whimpered, and I pressed one's neck under my boot while holding my knife to the other. I looked at the short one, who was carefully inspecting my knife, while pulling a gun from my straps around my waist under my hoodie and pointing it at the man on the ground, at the black man. "Who are you and what are you looking for?" "Our boss would like to meet you,"