Undercurrent Stories

Elloreah comes from a world of light and dark, good and evil, and everlasting life and turmoil. She is cast into the land of mortals and faced with the balancing act of being one of the would be gods of this world. These are the stories of her life, of the lives of those whose lives intersect with hers, both mortal and immortal.

A story that combines fantasy, mature themes, love, betrayal, and a mafia undercurrent.

Late at night, at the docks in Binhai City's East District, the salty sea breeze carried the smell of diesel and rust. Deep in the shadows of a container, two men were whispering. "Brother Long, this shipment will arrive tomorrow, but the Triads..." the younger, yellow-haired man hesitated. Chen Zilong took a deep drag on his cigarette, the spark flickering in the darkness. "What's wrong with the Triads?" "They said they'll charge a 30% 'protection fee' or they won't let our goods pass through the West District." Chen Zilong chuckled and flicked off the ash. "Tell those Triad bastards: pay the original price or get shot." The faint sound of sirens rang in the distance, and the yellow-haired man turned nervously. "Will the police..." "Old Zhang is on duty tonight. He knows the rules." Chen Zilong narrowed his eyes. "In Binhai City, it's either you eat them or they eat you. Soft-hearted people will die quickly."