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“D*mn. They and the person in the stone chamber are from the same world.” Alex’s heart skipped a beat. Earlier, he still wondered if there were aborigines here. Now that he had gained that woman’s memory along with Shell’s guess, he believed it was unlikely that they were aborigines, but were instead trialists who had specifically run into this world. The Underworld contained a powerful opportunity despite being full of danger. It could change the root bones of a person and modify his talent so he could reform completely.

"For today's lesson we will talk about the four kingdoms of the underworld. The first one is Witherian Valley, The kingdom of witches and warlocks. They rule for 400 years in that valley. They make potions, spell and battle weapons. The ruler of that kingdom is King Edison and Queen Venice princess anica and prince harley's parents. The second one is Prawlian Valley the kingdom of the wolf pack. They rule that valley for 500 years until now. They have the most powerful warriors in the realm. The kingdom was ruled by their Alpha Jake Nickolaidas. Prince Pierce's Father. The third one is Crimson Valley. The kingdom of the Vampires. They rule that valley for 1000 years together with the Hera Ki

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

I may loose my mind if I remain here for long. When he got out of the shower, he steps out in just his underwear and my jaw drops open as I saw his well sculptured and perfectly toned body. He has a tattoo on his left chest of a wild wolf, light hair running from his chest region all the way down. His well-defined packs running vertically along his abdomen were perfectly sculptured, his muscles rigid and taunt, and I want to touch them, to know what they feel like.

Supernaturals had only figured this out within the past fifty years and have been most helpful to those who do not wish to learn the technological advances humans have to use to know magic. Uriel covered her eyes as we entered the backside of the garden. The gazebo where I had watched her yesterday still hung with her scent in the air. "Does all the Underworld look like this?" Uriel wondered while staring at the fountains that lay in the pond. "Because I would think a place that held souls would be so much darker, especially how some demons look. I guess I shouldn't assume that," she stuttured, waving her hand. "That was bad of me to assume," she continued to ramble until I place a finger ov

I smiled Internally, he buried his face in my neck sniffing like his life depended on it. I opened my eyes slowly and gasped immediately at what I saw. I have never seen my mate without clothes but today he was bare from waist to chest and I was shocked because he has tattoos on his body. Do werewolves get tattooed, I thought that was only for humans. His tattoo was so beautiful and creative, a big tattoo of a raven was drawn on his hand and some ancient word on his belly. He was still holding me tightly, his hand was just between my lower back and ass, my thoughts wandered back to the incident that happened at the balcony.

“Good choice. I’ve seen some of your drawings, and you have the talent and passion, no doubt. But what do you want to do with it? Are you thinking of galleries or more practical stuff?” “Bastian, what do you think of me becoming a tattoo artist?” He doesn’t even blink or take time to answer it. He just fires it off like he’s already thought about it. “You’ll make a badass one. I don’t know if you already know this, but werewolves can’t get regular tattoos like humans, and seeing as our existence isn’t exactly public information, we can’t get tattoos done unless we’re going to another werewolf. This pack doesn’t have a tattooist, and most packs don’t either. There are a few tattoo artists in

Terry himself pulled away and, the shirt tore away. As he turned to face the crowd, whose eyes were wide watching the unexpected action unfold, his bare torso was on display. On the right side of his body, along his ribs, was a tattoo of an upside down wolf skull. Someone gasped. A few of the candidates covered their mouths. I glanced at Nicholas for explanation. He was stunned speechless for a moment. Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.”

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

She reminds me, the concern for our safety clear in her eyes. “I will. I’ll let you know the details once you return.” “Sounds like a plan,” she smiles and pecks my lips. —------------------ An hour later, we are walking into Shadow Den. The place is also called the Underworld for supernatural creatures. Not only werewolves but different types of creatures are found here. The ones who did not get a place in the world stay here. It's a breeding den for every sort of illegal and criminal activity. The place is shrouded in secrecy, a labyrinth of narrow alleyways and dimly lit buildings. The air is thick with the stench of tobacco decay and a promise of danger. Anyone who’s not entered this are