Underworld Raze Novels & Stories

More darts wheeze past me and I try to run in a zigzag manner to confuse them. But for how long can a common omega resist such force? When I come to a crossroad, my legs give out again and a dart finally finds its way into my back. The forest starts to spin and my breathing starts to come out in heavy spurts. I fall, back first to the ground, vision blurring as I see some bear shifters approach. At the lead is Angus. He smiles. “You're a good runner.” The world fades to black. *** The feeling of something wet underneath me wakes me up.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw the wind, water, earth, fire, dark and light balls surrounding me. "You did it princess!" Dad said. I'm so happy. Finally! Underworld I will get you again. I will bring everything back to what it is before. I am Aliyah Savannah Bloodstone, daughter of Drake Javier and Athena Evangeline Bloodstone. Lycans wait for your downfall.

When Raven saw Philip's actions, although he could not read Philip’s thoughts, he knew Philip must have his reasons for doing this. As such, he did not go near Philip. The first floor of the Underworld Tower turned into a battlefield of doom. Countless limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the ground. They exuded a strange scarlet glow stained red with fresh blood. The massacre finally reached its end. Although less than half the people had died, the survivors were all elites. In the huge Underworld Tower, some people stood alone with their backs against the wall while others formed small teams of three or four.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

"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.

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

Then, he strode over and took my hand firmly. Raising our joined hands high, he declared in a loud, unwavering voice: “I, Derek, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, claim Ella as my Luna!” Before the stunned spectators could react, Derek turned around—dragging my still-numb body with him—and left the hunting grounds without hesitation. A tidal wave of shocked murmurs and gasps exploded behind us, echoing across the field. Amanda collapsed into her father Alex’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dad! I can’t take this humiliation! That moment—it should have been mine!

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Time to take control of her destiny, get rid of the people who hurt her and face her bright future with her baby. She will blow up the wedding venue, killing everyone inside! It will be the most spectacular event. The explosion would be like a beautiful fireworks display lighting up the sky in broad daylight, and she had already hired someone to capture the image of the explosion up close, a remembrance of her sweet victory. Fantastic! Giggling, she smiled broadly. Victory is near! She can almost smell it! She logs into her dark web account and chats with her anonymous friends to cheer her up and restore her sunny spirits.

Dominic shot him a glance but Calhoun didn't even look at him as he continued to stare at her. She looked from Calhoun to Dominic helplessly and upon seeing the guilt and sorrow on her best friend’s face, she realized that it was true, that somehow she had killed the Ancient One. This could start a war between the mages and the werewolves, lead them to an era of destruction and chaos again….and who would be responsible? Herself and no one else… It terrified her to think that she was going to be the reason for the doom of the werewolves again. The last war had been deadly for the lycan community and all of them had suffered great losses, both physically and mentally.