Underworld Characters Novels & Stories

“D*mn. They and the person in the stone chamber are from the same world.” Alex’s heart skipped a beat. Earlier, he still wondered if there were aborigines here. Now that he had gained that woman’s memory along with Shell’s guess, he believed it was unlikely that they were aborigines, but were instead trialists who had specifically run into this world. The Underworld contained a powerful opportunity despite being full of danger. It could change the root bones of a person and modify his talent so he could reform completely.

Ryu started, “Which are exclusively from the Underworld itself.” “What do they look like?” I asked. It seems like she’s also listening, even though she’s busing reading on her seat. Well, she deserves to know her current situation, most especially when we’re all standing on death’s door. “U-worldians are creatures of pride. They are mostly comprised of humans, but their skills are no joke. They are ought to exude their bloodlust to their victims as they hide in the shadows.” He paused, “Witnessing their victims shivering in fear is fun for them, and it is their prize. If ever you felt one, don’t hesitate to run, slayer.”

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.

I raise my head to meet his gaze. "Is that what it's called these days, under your fold?" I mumbled something and slowly rose, but he grabbed my hand and pinned me under him on the couch. Killan's one hand was cupping my neck and holding it in place, while the other pinned my hand over my head. The heat cracked between us, and I could feel his breath ripping as we got closer.

We don't usually have mates in the underworld because, according to Dad, they make us weak. I roll over onto my stomach on my bed and sigh. Maelani and I are different from our other siblings. Their mothers are either demons or from the underworld, whereas our mom is human; she was brought down here by Dad. Now, he considers us the weakest of all his children because we're part human. Mom is barely functioning, and Dad doesn't care. He's too busy with his young whores.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

pokeri:- what happen big bro goddess:- what happen velliam why you look so dead velliam:- I killed everyone I am murderer I have no right to live please kill or i may kill other goddess:- (she hug him) calm down tell me what happen velliam:- (he was crying)when I was in market. group of species attack us. somehow I was not there and they killed everyone. some are able to run away and my grandmother was already dead. I was trying to save my grandfather but he don't have much time left. people who are alive or being eat by animal start begging for help but I didn't help them instead I was trying to save grandfather but he died and I lost my mind. suddenly everything become dark and a personali

Yama laughed patting at Lukas back. My stomach was in knots at that. Sometimes it was nice to know that I was giving birth to someone significant. But also it terrified me that the child was going to have immense power and no one to look after him. Maybe it was just me being overdramatic, but it always haunted me. Lukas proudly smiled and gripped at my waist as if to assure me. *** Underworld was beyond my expectations. I thought it would be darkness everywhere and gloomy scenes with Greek antiquities everywhere. But it was different.