Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Adam's voice lowered as he revealed the truth, the words resonating with a sense of wonder and secrecy. "We are werewolves, Isabella. Lycans. Giovanni is one, and I am an Alpha, the leader of our pack." A moment of silence enveloped them as Bella absorbed the weight of this revelation. The world seemed to shift beneath her feet, and a kaleidoscope of emotions surged through her. Disbelief, curiosity, and a strange sense of exhilaration mingled within her heart.

That was a conversation she was sure neither one of them wanted to have. “As you probably already know, Lycans are part of the apex predators and are at the top of the paranormal hierarchy. Unlike us, there are several different kinds of lycans. Going by Solomon’s indigo eyes, I’m going to hazard a guess that he has control over storms.” “What does that mean?” Lucia asked. That sounded cool and totally intimidating.

he asked lifting himself on the bed and moaning from pain. "What?" "That she returns with the rogues!" he said leaving me speechless by his words. If this was true that means she is more unstoppable than before. I got taken from my thoughts when he spoke again: "She is now the queen of the underworld, rumors have it that there is even a Lycan in the mix!" His words were like petrol on the burning fire inside of me. I looked at him with a psycho smile I said that I will give him protection as he might be useful to me. Once his facial expression changed to relief that is when I left.

Luke spoke in his deep voice while tightening his grip over her. “Well, you are not saying anything else either! What is it! Are you enjoying seeing me struggling or what!” “Yes, I am.” Luke said, Raina froze as she looked at him and Luke said, “I am enjoying seeing you trapped between my arms and struggling to get out like a small little butterfly.” Raina smiled bitterly, “of course, you do, of course you love my suffering and not just you even moon goddess loves to see me suffer, since she has mated me to you.”

Isabella covered her nose as she urged him on. Marco immediately put on a fawning expression and wrapped his arm around her. He stepped over the blood on the floor before swaggering into the elevator. They didn't even look back, as if what they'd just crushed wasn't a few ribs but a pile of dirt. I swallowed my murderous rage and helped the on-call doctor wheel Luca into the emergency room. The red light above the emergency room burned my eyes as I sat on the bench. Just then, my phone vibrated. The screen lit up with a notification from Marco's social media. In the video, Marco and Isabella were sitting in a private suite at the "Midnight Paradise" auction.

I didn't even have to look at Dante to know how he was reacting. In this world, the Obsidian Syndicate was the sun, and everything else—the packs, the human mobs, the black markets—revolved around it. It was a massive, blood-stained corporation of the supernatural. Dante sat at the very top as the Lycan King, but the pyramid beneath him was built on shifting sand.

I need the Elders to think I am dead. I don’t like Alsie’s plan, but it is a solid one. Sending both Dante and Osiris is a good way to cover for the mate mark. Lycans don’t have the same hangups that Weres do when it comes to sexuality. I had questions about the plan, hopefully tomorrow, Alsie will have answers.

I knew what he was talking about, and their trying to abduct a human was not a coincidence. “They were humans, but they’re not bitten and turned into werewolves. Someone’s practicing a dangerous ancient ritual, Lykánthropos ascencionem ritualis.” “Oh, shit. Is that for real?” “Bring me a finger and kill them all.” I hung up the call with my stomach twisted in a hard knot. I just realized this abduction situation wasn’t a small problem anymore. If someone were trying to create a werewolf army, I had an idea of what they were after. They would not just destroy packs; they could take over the underworld.

Clara answered the kiss with a feral hunger, her body moulding entirely to his, her inner wolf purring in a wild, submissive rhythm that accepted the pain as long as her king was the one ruling it. Outside, the purple lightning from the trench struck the base of the bunker. The spiderweb cracks across the massive acrylic windows widened, a thin, high-pressure stream of freezing ocean water shooting into the far corner of the vault, instantly turning the white leather sofa into a block of solid ice. The deep, rhythmic thrumming sound—the heartbeat of the first Lycans—echoed through the stone walls, demanding that the deep take the child. "One more push, Luna!" the doctor screamed through the

he says suddenly, just as the announcer leaves, signifying the start of the match. “And what might that be?” I already know. But I ask anyway. His tongue flicks over a fang. “Ever heard of voyeurism? I could give you the best release of your life before I blow your brains out.” My fingers tighten around the staff. “The only release here will be your brain spilling onto the dirt.” Darius growl is low, predatory. “Your choice.” Then he shifts. Unlike werewolves, Lycans don't drop to all fours. They are intimidating, monstrous and bipedal, muscles twisting beneath fur as claws tear from their fingertips. Darius’s bones crack, his body expanding until he stands nearly eight feet tall.