Underworld Liken Novels & Stories

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

That’s all. The Underground doesn’t deal anything harder than pot. They don’t traffick girls. They aren’t a car theft ring. They aren’t even a shoplifting ring, from what I can tell. They’re just a semi-coed fraternity with a cooler name. A bunch of artists and intellectuals who want to hang out together and protect each other and do whatever werewolves do for fun. And anyway none of this matters because I’m not dating him. To a werewolf pack, I’m just a human female, an Omega. The lowest of their members. Beneath everyone.

“W-what are you going to do?” He looked up at me, “I have to go back to the Underworld.” he said and I was about to speak against it, but he continued, “Don’t worry. It will be a short trip. The time in Underworld is relatively faster than here. Two days spent there is two hours in here.” he assured and I left a breath of relief. “Please tell me everything. Also, can I go with you?” I asked. “No!” his voice was sharp and I pouted. “Underworld is not Disneyland. There are thousands of demons who look for ways to posses a soul. You would be like a free treat walking for them. It will only make things.”

you should be thankful and I sleep with you because this is my house but only lover can sleep together or marry man and women she:- what lover and marriage. you mean we are lover velliam:- no we are just friend. if legend are true I am black king. then I can sense who is my lover and I can say that not you she:- whatever I want to go the toilet then velliam show her toilet that he created own his own. velliam:- look that is toilet and it is like normal toilet. but I left worm underground. that can eat all waste. don't tell me you scared form insects

Coming back to the bed, he pointed to the big fluffy pillows. "Lay back and spread your legs," Spitfire ordered in the tone of voice that Guru never said no to. Even if Doll had the instinct to fight it, his movement suggested otherwise as he abandoned the blanket and did as Spitfire commanded. "It's not Hades's fault. We were playing with Underworld auras we never should have touched." The no-fur's words were laced with a shame that would not help the problem. Anything summoned from the Underworld was created with the sole purpose of punishment. "We try too hard to make the world our playground. To make it our little game, but what choice do we have?"

“No, but I don’t love you either. Let’s just say, we have this symbiotic relationship called commensalism where one party benefitted while the other does not. Come on, Terah! It’s just a kiss. You kissed him ten years ago. Kissing him now wouldn’t matter. Just imagine you are kissing me.” Terah was disgusted. Her and D kissing? No freaking way! Yuck. Ew. “Gross. That would be like me kissing a toad.” “But that toad turned into a handsome prince.” “You are not that kind of toad.” “I am a prince.” “Of the dead. Underworld.”

Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few. My gaze slid towards the single window in the room. Lights from the watchtowers lining the rear ramparts flashed around, casting the forest surrounding the pack-house in a dark, gloomy shadow-- although I could still see it as clear as day. Courtesy of my wolf's night vision. I was Latent, but not without the better powers and baser urges of a werewolf. At that moment a blade of light sliced in through the tiny window, and fell on a spot in the middle of the cramped room. It looked inviting. Tired of ransacking my closet for clothes I won't find, I went over and sat on it.

But it goes far deeper than a simple territorial urge. I know the monsters who run that auction ring. I’ve tracked their kind during my deployments with the SEALs. They are ruthless, calculating sadists who will tear her apart the second they spot a single flaw in her submissive façade. No other Dom in this club will care about her survival the way I do. No one else will push her to her absolute limits to ensure she is unbreakable.

She found herself tracing the lines of his biceps, marveling at the raw power that lay beneath his skin. As they locked eyes, Aqua felt a surge of electricity pass between them, the intensity of their connection almost tangible. And in that moment, she knew she couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his, savoring the taste of him against her mouth. Damon responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her closer. Aqua's hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his body as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. But as their kiss deepened,Aqua's mind began to wander. In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running