Underworld Raze Novels & Stories

Hundreds of them, their red eyes glowing in the dark, sprinting toward the barricade with jagged energy weapons drawn. But Ren knew what they really were. A desperate mob of starving citizens from the Undercity, trying to break out of the quarantine zone to find food and clean water in Sector 7. "Target rich environment!" Leo laughed, entirely consumed by the thrill of the game. He leveled his rotary heavy machine gun and pulled the trigger. The depleted-uranium rounds tore down the length of the bridge. The physics engine dynamically rendered the slaughter, shredding the "alien" hitboxes and sending purple pixels spraying across the asphalt. The Scourge models were thrown backward, their ra

Raze added with a smirk, and I stared up in confusion, struggling with the buttons of the fur. “Sorry?” “You’ve done the worst things out of anyone in this bunker…so far. I appreciate six months underground is a long time, maybe someone will overtake your headcount.” I remained dumb. Completely staggered. Raze seemed very pleased with himself. “See you soon Mireille,” letting himself out of the door, before locking it and vanishing with a spring in his step.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.

"Tristan, we’re done. I’m taking my shadows and leaving your lightless house. Don't look for me when your borders fall." My phone vibrated in my pocket. I answered it without looking, my eyes locked on the man who was now my enemy. "Xender? Where the hell are you?" Raze’s voice boomed from the speaker, urgent and sharp. "The Moonshade Atelier is drowning in contracts. The High Mafia Lords of the Northern Reach just put a hundred-million-dollar bounty on a custom design. They won't speak to anyone but the Ghost of Nightfall. When are you coming home to your throne?"

but slow enough to kiss Cealan with anticipation. Maybe it was the drug or a thought Raze had carried all this while, but whatever it was, it caused Cealan to suffer that night; for though he topped in the right sense, Raze led the charge and went on for hours. It was only at the first howl of dawn that he collapsed, fully wasted and exhausted. Cealan helped him clean and carry him to bed.

" she said and tied their mouths..after tying up she took hand of one of them, grab his middle finger and cut it into two pieces with the speed of light..and did the same with all of them.. They were trying to shout and resist as much as they could but everything looked like a failure to them.. Rose went behind them and opened their mouth.."Now tell me, who was it??" "We really.."one of them tried to say but was interrupted. "Just know that you still have 19 fingers left.."she smiled devilishly. "His..his..Uncle." One of them shouted. Arthur who was shocked from the cruel scene of finger cutting in front of him was dumbfounded and couldn't hear a thing at all.

“And now the deal is done, but not settled. You didn’t read the fine print, Kael. His soul was just the down payment. The final cost… is yet to be paid.” Kael’s fists clenched, power crackling at his fingertips. “You’ll have to rip it from my corpse.” Ravena raised her arms, and the earth split in two behind her. “Oh, I intend to.” In a roar of darkness, her horde charged forward—monsters born of bone, shadow, and fire. Kael shifted mid-leap, fur exploding over his body, fangs gleaming under the moonlight. He collided with the nearest beast, ripping it apart in a spray of black ichor.

William had no choice but to sit across from his parents’ graves, but five minutes had gone and Leo had still not returned. William became worried and began walking in the area where the boy was running. He was relieved to see a toddler holding flowers running in his direction. However, when he noticed the child’s terrified expression, he raised his gaze and was startled to find a very familiar monstrosity. It is rather huge, with thick black fur. It possesses bleeding red eyes and lengthened, sharp fangs that drip saliva from its mouth. At the height of the waterfall, the red-eyed werewolf was sure to capture the child, but William reacted quickly. He dashed forward to deliver a strong stri

In response to the power surging around me that felt wrong and suffocating, Noah stirred violently beneath the surface. ‘Something is coming,’ he warned, his voice tense in a way I had never heard before. And then I felt it too. Not from Clara or Antoinette but from below. The ground pulsed, subtle at first and then stronger. The markings on thr ground ignitied, the heptagon blazing with a dark, unnatural light that seemed to distort everything around it. And then, it emerged. At first, it looked like smoke but it wasn’t because smoke didn’t move like that.

Ronan moved like he had been walking through it a million times. Maybe he had. I didn’t know. A low, rolling howl drifted through the city behind us. It was just one wolf. But several coordinated howls answered softly. “That’s Crimpton Moon’s tempo.” “They’re inside the veil already.” Ronan didn’t slow down. “They will soon lose the trail if we are inside the city. There are too many overlapping trails,” Kade said. “And if they don’t?” I asked. He glanced back at me, his expression unreadable. “Then we will kill them,” he replied.