Underworld 소설 & 이야기

The night out with Samson where I miraculously met the fine specimen that turned out to be a mafia prince who wanted to kill me but is now asking me to be his roommate. It was weird enough that I hadn't heard from Samson in days. One minute he was kidnapping me and the next he was forcing me to have a bath. “Hell nah” I muttered. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw. How was he going to force me to being a roommate with him without him knowing a thing or two about having a roommate? The first thing being nudity. My eyes refused to move after they fell on his beautiful body. The sight of him was shocking, yet utterly magnificent. My gaze was snagged instantly, an involun

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

After a click echoes, he pushes them wide open. Spread out before my eyes is a BDSM heaven… or a total hell.

In the human world, the fall of the Bloodmoon Pack was just news of the bankruptcy of a local investment holding company. But in the Underworld - a shadow market where immortals, ancient monsters and werewolves trade in blood and power - this event is like an atomic bomb explosion.

he went there and followed her. She went to the back side of the villa. After reaching there, she went to a dry Banyan tree. In the banyan tree there appeared buttons after knocking in it three times. She typed the password and the banyan tree opened. Just..just like a gate. After that they went inside. It was dark when the gate get closed. Before the door opened, Rose whispered," Welcome to our world." After the door opened it was bright everywhere. Everyone was running here to there. They all seem busy.

Uncle Jim asked her, and she nodded, giving him a fake smile, but he could see right through it. "I'm fine," she replied, clutching the strap of her bag as she made her way down the stairs where a black Mercedes stood, and a man dressed in black opened the door. She got in, and her uncle followed suit. Her uncle, Luca, was very successful and extremely rich, but he was also involved in the Mafia, the underworld that controlled much of the city. He was a powerful and feared figure, known for his shrewd business acumen and ruthless tactics. His empire was expanding rapidly, leaving his competitors in awe and his enemies in fear.

“Some of them for hundreds of years. “The Underworld is a Kingdom in itself; as I told you this morning, all the dead are in the Deadlands, awaiting reincarnation.” “This place is weird,” I murmur, looking around at all the people. Now that Laila has said it, I do note that a lot of their skin is papery and frail, hanging off their bodies as if it almost wants to slough off like a snake. I grimace. “Shh,” Laila says, nudging me. “Pay attention.” I do as I’m told, turning my eyes back up to the God of Death. “We now invite our lovely Contestants,” the God days, gesturing out towards the center of the group, “to ascend the pillar and demonstrate for us their bea