Underworld Creatures Chaotic Novels & Stories

“So we’re talking about crimes against humanity on an unimaginable scale.” “No crimes against the living. It wasn’t just humanity the Lich did this too. It was on a scale you have no modern day reference for. No one wanted it to happen. We believed they were all gone and couldn’t be created again. These weren’t a supernatural species. They were a supernatural creation, like a zombie or werewolf. They don’t breed, they are a creation. A… creature that lives outside of the natural order, whether it’s mundane or supernatural. It can’t procreate without magical rituals, must destroy one creature to make the new creature and may not live a decent existence or have a shortened lifespan.” “Wait, ar

The battle was about to begin. From the shadows, they emerged – creatures born of nightmare, twisted parodies of nature itself. They were grotesque, their bodies a horrifying fusion of flesh and shadow, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some were vaguely humanoid, their limbs elongated and twisted, their skin a sickly, pallid green. Others were more monstrous, hulking behemoths with razor-sharp claws and teeth that dripped with a viscous, black ichor. They were the remnants of the ancient entity’s corruption, its failed creations, driven by a mindless rage and a thirst for destruction.

"Hmm. The mortal is already in my hands. However, that bastard Sitan said that since that soul is the main reason chaos started in his turf, a price has to be paid. Damn that guy." Just because a winner was decided before he could reap some benefits, he suddenly took revenge by giving the woman a headache. She murmured, "Deities from that place are actually so petty." She remembered the two guys, one old and one young, who were still with her incarnate right now and felt extremely annoyed. Sitan, the Chief Deity of Underworld, had agreed to let her peacefully blend with the villagers to search for the target of the bet, and promised to extend help.

- "Hmm, why would the Underworld Council have operatives so close to our territories? Are they keeping tabs on the rogues too?" Supernatural warriors and leaders form the Underworld Council. They consist of magical creatures such as vampires, shapeshifters, elves, fairies, etc. Their main objective is to keep us hidden from human society. They are what we consider our world's police departments. The council doesn't have any werewolf representatives, mainly because we're territorial and pack-oriented. We don't like strangers interfering in our business. So, they always leave us alone to take care of our problems.

I finally asked, forcing a smile. "Since you asked nicely, there are demons, fairies, faes, werewolves, dragon lords, warlords, and my personal favorites, Vampires and Lycans," Nothing she said made sense. Once I tried to read one of her books I couldn't take anything seriously so I dropped it. "So which of them did you see in your dreams recently?" she asked with a smile. "There are more creatures, to be honest..."

By the time I reached the top of the crane, she had already turned her back on me, walking away with the man she loved. Once again, I watched her retreating back—only this time, Luca was at her side. Giovanni lit a cigarette and cast a sidelong glance up at me. "Do it." A red-hot branding iron slammed against my skin. I couldn't hold back the shriek that tore out of me. "Just kill me!" He shook his head. "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."

It seems like he was more trained at holding them back than wielding them, at least what I've seen. "What's it like? The underworld I mean" I blurt out, unable to hide the raging curiosity "Not what you would think. Most people think it's eternal fire all around and a realm of suffering. It has a designated area for that, but social structure is similar to the werewolf world, there's a day and night of sorts-different from the sun and the moon, but still it would be considered the equivalent. There's no seasons like there are here, but it's built to cater to the biology of a demon." he says matter of factly

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.

Again, the two boys were clueless and Evie sighed. “In all worlds, all existences are under heaven. All creatures— whether beasts or other nonhuman forms are called elementals. Each of them represented fire, water, wind, earth, light, and darkness. Those things you saw are creatures of darkness. They are called shadow lurkers, and they are very troublesome because they are parasitic.” “So, it’s a type of monster,” James prompted, and Evie nodded.

Lightning flashed and the sky boiled angrily, a living testament to the doom that was approaching. Right in front of the mansion, there was an enormous crater. Fiery tongues of flames licked the edges of the crater, sending its intense heat into the entire island. It was as if the gates of hell had been opened and every creature would feel the burning heat of the underworld. From beneath the crater, right through the fiery lake of fire, abominable creatures crawled and slithered out. Creatures that had been trapped in the underworld, in Tartarus, in the dark realm. Creatures with the thirst for one person's blood.