Underworld Kraven Novels & Stories

“We destabilize them from inside. Financials. Infrastructure. Trust. They’ve always ruled from behind glass. We shatter the illusion of control, piece by piece.” Nova lifted a brow. “With what?” Cassian’s eyes flicked to Aria. “With her voice. My name. And every secret they buried in Eden’s vault.” Aria’s fingers found the envelope again. The one she hadn’t revealed. The one Riven had left her with. She didn’t speak. Cassian moved to the screen and activated the first phase of their offensive an autonomous social spider built to release portions of their broadcast into professional channels, corporate networks, and legacy media streams too old for modern censors to intercept.

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

Cronos sneered at Uranus, "I hope you are happy. Look what you have done to your granddaughter. She wants to live in the underworld with the prince of darkness." Uranus smirked, "He would take better care of her than this wolf did." Turning and facing Zeus along with Crius they shimmered into the cave, "Ah, I see we are all here now." Waving his hand, a cage appeared around Zeus and Crius. The looks on their faces were comical. They obviously were not expecting that.

Flora could tell that the tall man came out of an underground passageway that could be connected to the main house. The tall man walked with confident steps towards the marble table and the leader stepped away before himself dropping prostrated to the floor. Slowly, the tall man lowered his face towards Eva’s neck. All of a sudden, Eva opened her eyes and she screamed as she tried to push the tall man away from her. Then, Eva closed her eyes and her hands fell away. When the tall man raised his head, Flora was shocked to see his eyes glowing red under the darkness of his hood. From his chin dripped Eva’s blood. Flora could not believe what she just saw. She placed her hand over her mouth to

Her whole body is very hot while she also could not stop releasing a series of growls and gasps that caused her throat to dry completely. Consecutively, she does swallow afterward. But after that, she once again felt Jason's lips gave a very delicious sucking on her femininity so she moaned again. Just a few moments and suppressed screams are about to escape her mouth. But she knew she had to hold back. So she decided to reach for her extra pillow and then cover her face with it and there she let out the loud and sharp screams that she had been enduring to release. "Oh god! Hmmm ... Shit! Jason, it's so good!" he said removing the pillow from her face then with trembling hands grab the young

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

The night out with Samson where I miraculously met the fine specimen that turned out to be a mafia prince who wanted to kill me but is now asking me to be his roommate. It was weird enough that I hadn't heard from Samson in days. One minute he was kidnapping me and the next he was forcing me to have a bath. “Hell nah” I muttered. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw. How was he going to force me to being a roommate with him without him knowing a thing or two about having a roommate? The first thing being nudity. My eyes refused to move after they fell on his beautiful body. The sight of him was shocking, yet utterly magnificent. My gaze was snagged instantly, an involun

“I’m not mating anyone, and that’s final. I’ll discard her when I’m done with her. I don’t need a mate to get rid of this damn curse.” He had almost reached the door when Elder Naro called after him, louder than before. “You were cursed by the Moon Goddess for killing a rare bloodline. You’ll still die by that same bloodline if you keep resisting it.” “I don’t fucking care, Naro.” With that, Kael strode out and slammed the door so hard it rattled in its frame. * In the heart of Ironclaw Pack’s grand Alpha’s chamber, Alpha Lucian reached for the trashcan and tossed in his used condom before sliding out of bed.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

just as Hilda's mate had. I am already a monster in her eyes.....I can't also kill our sibling. "This is bullshit. Humans are weak. They are meant to serve us. What the hell happened to you. Is it your mate? Are you already growing weak brother," Kraven snarls, and I once again launch myself across the room at a sibling. I smash his pathetic excuse for a body to the floor. I claw his face and roar. He instantly submits, but I don't release him. My fangs are millimeters from his exposed throat. My drool is rolling down his trembling flesh.