Underworld Raze Novels & Stories

Blood foam dripped from the corners of his mouth, flowing continuously. "You… have such terrifyingly powerful inner strength. With just one hand, you could shatter my heart. Andrew, you're definitely not an ordinary person. I-I underestimated you!" After delivering these final words, the third-ranked fighter on the Underworld Index died. The sound of machetes being brandished rose again from both sides as they closed in for the kill. Andrew chuckled lightly and strolled forward, casually picking up two morning stars from the ground.

"And he has the roar of the dawn" We began the descent. The Under-Realm was a world of terrifying beauty. We moved through tunnels of translucent obsidian and veins of glowing sapphire quartz. The air grew hotter and thinner as we moved deeper, smelling of brimstone and ancient, stagnant rot. Giant mushrooms, taller than a man and glowing with a sickly violet light, lined the paths, their spores drifting through the air like radioactive snow.

Match that with my over-all nerdy look, you can guess how many times I get asked for an ID at clubs and other events. The two interns walk ahead of me and just as I exit the studio, I bump into something tall and hard. And surprisingly the tall and hard something smells heavenly too. “I’m sorry!” I apologize before anything else. I give a little bow as well still not knowing who I bumped into. “Don’t be in such a hurry Keira, you’ll hurt yourself.” It was Aiden. Sweet, tall, and beautiful, Aiden. He’s one of the rappers and head of Raze’s production team. This man is the brain behind most of Raze’s hits.

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. His mother Tara was a beautiful woman with a pure soul, she was from a low rank pack. Some of the jade wolves decided to disengage from the pack and create their own packs which led to the disunity amongst wolves, they couldn’t bear the harsh treatment from the Jade wolves and then moved on to form theirs. It was a war for survival, most of them lost their lives and the ones that didn’t were injured badly. Tara was just a child when the war started and when it ended, her father Sirius who had survived moved to form a pack of his own. Years later after the war had ended, Memb

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

Englewood fellow. My next source is a much more pleasant visit. He’s a higher-class citizen of the Underworld, obviously still a criminal because everyone here is unless they’re slaves. He always dresses quite dapperly with a suit or some nice button-up dress shirt with khaki pants. Nothing as fancy as the highborns up top with all their lacy shit, but nicer than most citizens down here. Despite my reputation, he always chooses to do our business at his house. It’s a really nice place compared to many of the broken-down, shabby neighborhoods built on ledges of hardened soil that are beginning to topple over. I don’t like drawing attention, so I live in one of those shabbier neighborhoods in

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

Instantly, I begin clutching the dirt, my fingers trembling uncontrollably as the pain grows worse. Tears rush down my cheeks as I breathe heavily. This shouldn't be happening. I am no ordinary werewolf. Unless, their bullets were laced with something that can affect an alpha bloodline. Would Raze really go to such length? Why exactly is he doing all this? My eyelids grow heavy, the world dimming to a faint blur. The cold earth beneath me feels distant, like I’m drifting somewhere far away. My eyes close, my consciousness slipping from my grasp.

I can feel the light as it flows through me, over me, dissolving the dark mist on me, before shining brightly around me, and burning through the rest of it. “NOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Raze cried out. He was on his knees as he clutched his head in agony. I watched him curiously, as my light fight shone over him, before it seemed to shine from within him, his screams becoming more tormented as they slowly became more human. Under my curious gaze, I watched as the wolf in front of me withered away, leaving only the shell of his human component, who lay on the ground in a shivering, whimpering mess as the light left him.

Caius explained and held out his hand to her. Nemiah thought for a moment before she accepted the prince’s offer. She held onto his warm hands uncomfortably when she finally understood what he had explained. They walked hand in hand as they entered the left tunnel. Vivar crossed his arms as he watched the two of them. He knows that Caius was just lying to scare her. “I didn’t know he had this side,” he snickered and followed them quietly. At the edge of the tunnel, there was a breathtaking underground lake. There was a small hole above, making the moonlight shine through the water's surface. The flower vines on the rock surface draped through the water, making the scene more alluring.