Underworld Series Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

I guess they didn't think new people could be worse than those they sent away. "You're right. I wasn't looking forward to you having sex with anyone else." Uroy says as he slides his hands up my legs under my skirt. He thinks he has a hold on me because we're mated, but he's wrong. As soon as we get to the underworld, I'm kicking him to the curb so I can sleep with every demon possible.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

[A/N:- This chapter is exclusively for the Beauty 'DUA' and the BEAST 'ARIN' from another dimension. What happens if they meet before the tragedy or Dua never falls into the Dark World or never gets reborn but simply clashes with ARIN KASHYAP, makes him insane for her, and gets married to him? Let's read now] DUARIN:- Shades Of LOVE 1} (MATURE Content 18+) ARIN KASHYAP's POV:-

"So, how soon can we get everyone organized?" "A few days." Elias shrugged. "I'd like to hit Nightshade in waves. We'll attack with the wolves first, and then the witches, and then the vampires will come in." A broad grin spread across his face. "They won't know what hit them." Eve nodded, reaching over and giving Elias's hand a gentle squeeze. "Sounds like a good plan." Elias smiled but casually pulled his hand away. My inner wolf was ready to tear out her throat. We spent the rest of the afternoon planning until it was dinner time.

He wrecked carnage like a messenger of death till only one of the guards remained, the guard dropped his weapons and knelt in surrender "Please, spare me. I know where they took her, I will take you there. Please don't…" He was still pleading when Iron bath the werewolf sank his fangs into his neck breaking it with a crack. He stood for a moment and raised his head, howling at the moon before leaping out of the window. He landed on the other side of the fence and ran in pursuit of the girls tracking her by her scent. 6. DADDY WILL BE ANGRY

"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.

"Killing you quick wouldn't settle the score for my dead brothers. I'd rather take my time breaking you. I want everyone in the underworld to see that Daniela isn't untouchable." I thrashed and writhed, but the iron found me over and over, searing my flesh until the pain choked the screams right out of my throat. After what felt like an eternity of burning, just as I was about to black out, they finally lowered me down. But I'd barely caught my breath when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my wrist. Giovanni had actually taken a knife to it, slicing it open, then shoving my hand into the sea. Blood swirled into the dark sea, staining it red.

To our left, ancient olive trees stood like gnarled sentinels and their leaves seemed to reflect the silvery moonlight. We got closer to the gates and Miguel slowed his pace. He didn't look at me, his gaze was fixed on the security cameras nestled in the stone pillars ahead and his voice took on different weight. "Forget everything you think you know about street thugs and back-alley deals, Alejandro," Miguel said softly. I could not help but process what he must have meant by that. Instinctively my own pace slowed. "The men behind these gates don't call themselves 'Mafia.' They are the Guardiani del Codice—the Guardians of the Code."

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.