Underworld Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

After meticulously crafting the intricate design on his back, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, a sense of satisfaction coursing through me as I surveyed the detailed depiction of the monstrous creature now permanently etched into his skin. With a silent click, I captured a photo of the finished tattoo on my phone, a quiet sign to my skill and defiance in the face of his dominance. I would want to look back and laugh at him for staying still while I draw a monster behind his flawless skin. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I carefully cleaned and sterilized the area, ensuring that the tattoo was properly sealed to facilitate the healing process. Despite him being a powerful

He's so strong! "Alert! Alert! There is an intruder in the Underworld!" After being stunned for a few seconds, several underworld soldiers shouted, and at the same time, blew the horn to alert everyone of an enemy's attack. In the blink of an eye, every underworld soldier in the entire Underworld rushed over quickly. There were about 10,000 soldiers there. Skylar remained calm in the face of that many soldiers. His body emitted a murderous aura as he said, "How nice that all of you are here. It saves me the trouble of hunting you down!"

Does it rain in the Underworld? I caught the attention of the Wyverns immediately, flying fifteen meters above the ground. They look like mini dragons from the book I once read in the Clarkson Mansion’s library but their necks are longer like that of snakes. They have two pairs of eyes, each pair on the sides of their face. Their jobs are filled with razor-sharp teeth, designed to tear flesh from their prey. I noticed that their wings also look like that of the Chiropterans. They are attached to the body from the forelimbs, which have long, sharp claws down to the side of its torso, with its tail five meters long. The monster is larger than I expected and they are glaring at us, ready to swo

“It’s not much. Just a sketch.” Ethan took the paper from me and opened it. I watched with anticipation, feeling my heart rate quicken as he carefully studied my drawing. It was the same drawing that I had been working on in my bedroom the night that Edrick told me about the WereCorp wages: a drawing of the cityscape from the view of my balcony at the penthouse. “Moana,” he finally said after a few moments, “this is stunning. You didn’t mention that you could draw this well.”

At this time, the others also began to slowly wake up. They looked at those injured people lying on the ground who were still trapped in the murals, and a savage expression crossed their faces. Those unconscious people soon became victims. With their deaths, the second floor of the Underworld Tower finally opened. When they entered the second floor, they realized that the middle-aged man was already there. The middle-aged man was no longer smiling. He sighed and said solemnly, “I believe all of you have noticed that the scene depicted in the murals is the war between practitioners during ancient times!

The moment I batted my eyelashes at him, he crawled right into my bed. "Well, it's time for you to enjoy this 'gift' I prepared for you." As soon as she finished speaking, four burly men entered the room with disgustingly perverse expressions. Still grinning smugly, Emilia declared, "Don't worry. Rocco will be in bed with me tonight, so he'll be too busy to care about what's happening to you." Once again, the door was locked. I looked at the men without even flinching. I wasn't at all scared.

"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." I thrashed and writhed, but the iron found me over and over, searing my flesh until the pain choked the screams right out of my throat. After what felt like an eternity of burning, just as I was about to black out, they finally lowered me down. But I'd barely caught my breath when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my wrist. Giovanni had actually taken a knife to it, slicing it open, then shoving my hand into the sea. Blood swirled into the dark sea, staining it red.

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.