Underworld Drawing Novels & Stories

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

ariel:- that question I like that question, I like medium, because I am not greedy, it is the perfect size for me, don't judge me. boy:- I didn't expect something like this from a pervert like you. ariel:- thanks for the compliment. now move your ass fast we don't have the whole day. boy:- look you talking about time, you are the one who was the whole day in perverted conversation. ariel:- that prove that my social skill is best and I keep up with everyone, I am great. they go further inside the dungeon, they saw an entrance, it was cover with a big gate and that gate was beautifully crafted, and it has a beautiful structure, which looks impossible to create.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a

Supernaturals had only figured this out within the past fifty years and have been most helpful to those who do not wish to learn the technological advances humans have to use to know magic. Uriel covered her eyes as we entered the backside of the garden. The gazebo where I had watched her yesterday still hung with her scent in the air. "Does all the Underworld look like this?" Uriel wondered while staring at the fountains that lay in the pond. "Because I would think a place that held souls would be so much darker, especially how some demons look. I guess I shouldn't assume that," she stuttured, waving her hand. "That was bad of me to assume," she continued to ramble until I place a finger ov

Scanning the mark over her ass cheek in the depression of what called it the Dimple of Venus, I started to draw the same over the forest floor. It came out to be a shape, a weird one. The mark was something close to resembling a round hollow sphere with a half howling wolf. The mane of that wolf looked like it radiated light. Under the head of the wolf, there appeared to be some landscape, which I struggled to draw but couldn’t. The mark was tiny.

The lab was very quiet for a moment. I moved to the far wall because standing still in a room that smelled the way this one smelled while processing what Kaelen was reading was not something my body wanted to do. The drawings stopped me. Crude, scratched directly into the stone rather than carved with any skill, but specific. Bodies in various states that I was going to file in the category of things I had seen and would deal with the feelings about later. Wolves. Figures with something flowing out of them that the artist had rendered as light, though whether they had intended it to look hopeful or terrible was genuinely unclear.

In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him. "Wow." Mike inspected the outer cover, but there were no words on the book. Flipping through the pages, it was evident that the artist had a one track mind - werewolves fucking humans, werewolves fucking each other, and even an image of a werewolf fucking a unicorn. This last one made Mike laugh. The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it.

Jo accepted the paper gently, unfolding it with careful fingers. At first glance, it looked like a simple child’s drawing: messy lines, smudged colors. But the longer Jo stared, the colder her blood ran. It was a drawing of a massive wolf, dark and powerful, kneeling under a broken moon. Its silver eyes were hollow and sad, its paws chained to the ground by thick black tendrils. Beside it, a man, tall, crowned, broken, stood slumped over, clutching his chest as blood spilled from his side.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i