Underworld Drawing Novels & Stories

I sketched that at least a couple of weeks before Orlando got the call about his father. "Oh, I must see the others," Charles says. "I'd love it if you could send them to me." "I actually have my sketchbook right here," I admit, tentatively reaching into my bag. "But I'll warn you again - they're nothing special. Just little things I did for fun." I flip through my notebook until I find one of my other pictures of Orlando. I didn't know how to draw him as a sexy alpha wolf, so instead, I sketched him morphing from a man into a half-man, half-wolf, werecreature.

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

She continues to share links about fantastic creatures such as vampires, witches, and paranormal activities, and today's link is about werewolves. William was intrigued, so he clicked on the mentioned link. After the website loaded, William came across a photo of a humanoid that he couldn't tell if it was a woman or a man. It has long fangs and a hairy face and body. The eyes are red, and the nails are long and sharp. He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it.

Hi everyone! In the interest of not taking away from the dialogue for excessive world-building, I made an index with the rules of this universe. In terms of Gods/Goddesses, I follow Greek mythology, but I’ve also taken pieces from different folklore and added my own twist. Underworld (There are a few realms/subrealms here, so if there's any confusion, let me know, and I will clear it up). Any being in the underworld is immortal but can be killed by ripping its head off and burning the body. They all wield dark magic but have unique powers.

" Watching him sell out his own child for survival, my stomach churned. I looked down at him from above and suddenly laughed. The sound echoed across the empty courtyard. "A Benedetti?" I pulled out the medical report I'd hidden all this time to spare his dignity and threw it in his face. "Read it carefully. You have severe oligospermia."

"I might've seen it already while scouting the forest." Robert looked at the ceiling, rubbing his chin. "The beast had rough, red skin, and its body was like a huge lizard. It had sharp teeth, and its long tongue was out, panting like a dog. It had no eyes but its nose was pointy, which perhaps was used to track our scent." “You’re referring to a beast coming from the Underworld," Lucas said, putting down his cup. "The Underworld?" Arth asked. "How is that possible?"

But all they were feeding me was slow acting poison, corroding me bit by bit, waiting for me to crawl back like a dog and beg for the antidote. I tore a strip from my skirt and wadded it up, pressing it hard against the gash on my lower back. I didn't need a doctor. Collins women don't die that easily. I went to a cheap, no-questions-asked underground clinic. I slapped "The Heart of True Love" down on the counter. The nurse's eyes lit up, and she let me stay. I curled up on the stained hospital bed. On my phone, Sarah's private social media account was live.

The Greek letters 'Alpha' was skilfully engraved on a side, and 'Omega' on the other. Technically the Ursz to a human is a junk with signs that cannot be understood. He drew it up, pulling it closer to his mouth. "Lyradel luthera" A crack as though upon a mirror's surface, was cut up in front of him -in the air. And like a shattering glass did it wither up, creating a hole -a pathway - large enough for him to fit. He walked through, and emerged beside a lake. What caught his eyes before anything else was a spider, carefully caressing a beetle in its web.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

he yelled, stomping his foot like a pissed-off cat. “I could’ve left you,” I retorted. “But I didn’t. Move.” He grimaced but obeyed, walking ahead while I stayed close behind. Too close to let him out of sight; not close enough for him to notice my… situation. “How far are we from the house?” he asked. “Keep walking.” We trailed through dense woods, crossed a shallow creek, and eventually reached a narrow dirt road where, miraculously, an Uber driver was willing to pick us up—though he stared at us like we’d crawled out of a grave.