Urban Novel Series Novels & Stories

The sub-city was a place that most residents of Novus Aetheria migrated. It was a labyrinth of old wastewater shafts and decayed geothermal Tunnels now inhabited by those living in the new, harmonious world did not find any place: ejects, failed architects and faulty hybrids, which had not been fully recorded by the symbiosis of the earth. Raven glittled through the shadows of the rainy alleys until he had the hidden descent reached. He needed information, and there was only one person who was deep enough in

Umbre City was famous for many things, but the most significant three would be: its size as one of the biggest cities in America; having multiple magic races and cultures more than any city in the world; and its traffic jams. She ruffled her hair in impatience. If she was born rich and did not need rewards for a living, Danica would have never gone to ORLE’s Bounty Affairs Office. Aside from the traffic, the staff were very condescending. They treated the bounty hunters like the latter were beneath them. While she was waiting for the millionth red light to turn green, she turned on her phone screen on the dashboard. She had a notification. “How’s your hunt lately, Artemis? Long time no see.”

“Forever.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Marco’s smile was real. “No more loops.” Lila’s nod was solemn. “Family.” Rosa grinned. “Boricua.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME X: THE CITY’S AWAKENING. The ground trembled. Every subway grate in Brooklyn opened. The city roared.

We all were, but this was important. “The Black Skulls,” Prez said, gently pulling Grace onto his lap. “What do we know?” Steel was back at the shop, helping them to close up now that they were short-handed. With everything happening at once, these day-to-day tasks seemed so trivial compared to people getting kidnapped and killed. I was starting to think that Grace was onto something, saying this was just like the movies... “Long history of drug dealing, smuggling flesh...,” Jasper explained, making a few clicks on his computer. Smuggling flesh... Another word for human trafficking! Just thinking about it made me shiver...

Today's Alpha is tomorrow's corpse on my table. I've learned to be patient. To document everything. To wait for useful connections to emerge. Callum Brennan's trial is one thread. Isla Reid's turning is another. Cormac's corruption is a third. Eventually, these threads will intersect. Create opportunities. When they do, I'll be ready. Because I've documented everything. That's how you survive two hundred years in the Rookeries. Not by being strong. By being informed. I'm filing the day's documentation when Tom returns one more time.

I was banned from entering either Spain or the Middle East, and I had ninety-eight years before Alexis and then Athena would come for me. Despite everything that I've lost, I've gained something pretty wonderful. I have life! It isn't perfect, but it's much better than the alternative. I still have to survive a Council and then a territory meeting each week, and I have safe houses that need to be policed. Tyler and Jason are now my Angels of Death. They both healed perfectly thanks to Lycan blood. We hunt and punish Rogues, but we make time for fun as well. Just as Paul promised, he brought me life. We vacation and go out dancing. We go shopping in New York. We go to the movies. We take Juli

The rainy city was experiencing a wave of progress with the increase in employment, economy and health, but on the other hand, it was experiencing a wave of its latest series of crimes, among them, a wave of suicide, when they began to suspect that it was a new sect in the city. Recently, 36-year-old Ryujin Delphos had managed to rebuild the city at high cost since it was abandoned by other companies and the government. For the first time, he didn't have control of his heart or his tongue. During the division of the business, the beverage sector, from the alcoholic ones, as the fermented ones were with werewolves and vampires, the vineyards were of the werewolves, while the other alcoholic b

Ulrich stood on the rooftop of a tall building, surveying her territory. From up here, she could see everything – the bustling streets, the tall skyscrapers, and the sprawling neighborhoods. As the leader of this urban city, she took great pride in keeping it safe and prosperous. But something was amiss. In the past few weeks, there had been strange attacks on her people. Reports of unexplained injuries and missing persons were becoming more frequent. Ulrich had sent her team to investigate, but they had found no evidence of human or animal perpetrators.

life. It can resemble to anyone's life who has just started career or college or anything new. Bringing you all "New girl in the city". This story might resemble some stories or with any of your friends life real story but trust me I just started writing it randomly thinking when a girl arrives in a new city for fulfilling her dreams and aspirations what all she goes through. Aanchal is one such girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai. Hope you all will enjoy her journey.

Leaving Blackthorn At the shattered main gates where the nightmare had begun, the three survivors paused. Kael looked back at the ruined campus — smoke rising, bodies everywhere, the place that had once been his entire world. “Everything I knew is gone,” he said quietly. Serena took his hand. Damien took the other. “Then we make a new world,” she whispered. They stepped through the broken gates into the outside world. The City of the Damned The highway leading into the city was a graveyard of abandoned cars, overturned trucks, and corpses. Fires burned unchecked in the distance. The once-bustling metropolis of Eldridge City was now a silent tomb under a blood-red sky.