Underworld Romane & Geschichten

"The living cannot be in Underworld then how are there fishes here or are they dead too?" Will straightened following my line of sight smiling. "This brook is part of the river Oceanus which runs through both the Underworld and the mortal realm. But they do not usually come into the open like this." "Why did they come out now?" this caused Will's smile to widen. "It's because of you." "Me? I am not a fish whisperer." He chuckled upon hearing my declaration. "You indeed are not one, but you being living they are attracted to you while being scared of us." The explanation made sense.

“This is our mating ceremony and I am to be yours-” “Shut your crap, woman!” he snapped. “I, Alpha Asher Blackwood, see you as no fit for the position. You are fragile to your very bones, weak as dying leaves, and impure, Selene! You are in every way unworthy of the position as Luna and I stand on the authority as the one true Alpha of Ravens Pack, here and now, rejecting you before my people, dead and alive!” he thundered, slicing even the thinnest air with his voice. “Now leave and never return.”

Vincent received a special delivery. A trembling butler handed him a USB drive. It was a "return gift" from Rafael's men. The screen lit up, showing the damp, dark underground clinic. I was curled on the filthy floor, covered in blood, desperately trying to shield my stomach. Sarah was grinding her heel into my hand while her thugs jeered and humiliated me. And in the background, a voice—his own, cold and indifferent: [I don't care who it is. Teach the blind fool a lesson.]

He wasn’t anymore. Ghost had barely finished reading off the coordinates before the room erupted into motion. Matteo grabbed the map. Wolf pulled up satellite images. Papà started calling in backup. Roc was already halfway to the door before I caught his arm. “Not yet,” I said. He shook me off, chest heaving. “Sal...” “We do this right,” I snapped. “Or we lose him.” That stopped him. Barely. Ghost spun his laptop around again. “He’s in an industrial zone. Old warehouses. Lots of blind spots. Lots of exits.”

They joined Damian and faced us. “We’ve arrived,” Vee said. “Now we’ll step through a portal again, this time right through Vexx’s wards and onto the building’s roof. We will take them by surprise.” “How is that possible?” Xavier asked the question that had to be on all our minds. Vee smiled. “Because the rules of earth don’t apply to the Underworld. A reaper can travel wherever he likes.” She motioned to Damian, and he opened another fire-rimmed portal. He, Vee, and Andre leapt through first.

"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.

“Wait, is this not Underworld? I asked, pointing at the floor. “No, silly.” she said, shaking her head and chuckling, “If this truly had been the Underworld, you would have been scared out of your wits. For the Underworld is a treacherous place, full of danger and despair. The very ground beneath is scorching hot, with lava-like molten fire that we call the Hellfire. It is a place few dare venture, and even fewer can survive.” My heart plummeted as my eyes widened in shock.

“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.

Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

I muttered as I stalked off to find the first underworld around. The underworld was strings of exclusive nightclubs for werewolves; there were places where humans wouldn't stumble into, lest they find themselves as unwilling prey. They were the most dangerous part of the city and the only place where no one would recognize me due to the body paint smudged all over our bodies. A place where I was free, where no one knows who's who, a place where I could go wild. The nightclub pulsed with the energy of the French Quarter as I stalked in, smudging crimson paint across my face, neon lights dancing across the crowded room. With a qui