Fantasy Gangster Novels & Stories

Maya spoke making Sanjana scoff. "Stop being delusional, Numbers is the name of the gang that Kundan was a part of." Sanjana hissed. "The Numbers? Who are they?" Maya asked and Sanjana frowned. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of the most notorious gang that have their rule over the underworld and even mafia are scared of getting on their bad side." Sanjana announced making Maya's mouth twist in an 'o' shape. "They sound appealing, but to say that they had someone so weak as that scum in their gang makes me wonder of their capabilities." Maya mocked earning a wistful laugh from Sanjana.

Rux. "Yeah, Rux is still running this city. Though Ryder Rux hepls him now," Bella said eyes glinting at the mentioned of the son. "Him and his friends run a gym and bar on their own. Fronts for the gang business." She leans in lowering her voice. Jasmine sighed her eyes drifting away. "They're so hot.. it's so sad they never come here." Thank fuck. I think to myself as Jasmine goes on. "They're like the avengers but tattooed and morally ambiguous."

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

Altogether, they could easily destroy an entire clan of martial artists, much less a single, scrawny person! Liam snickered at the unmistakable triumph on Wade's face and said, "Oh, is that so? Well, I'd certainly like to be acquainted with the legendary Scorpion Gang! I wonder what the most infamous mafia gang in Greenfield Town would have to offer? The Soul Reaver Guild, eh? Well, come on then!" With that, he stepped forward, his aura churning with immense power and murderous intent. "You scum!" Liam's arrogance infuriated Wade greatly, and he let out a ferocious howl. He raised his gigantic fist, channeling tremendous power within his fingertips.

He is affiliated with several mafia syndicates, especially the Gallos. I’m reminded what a dangerous idea it was to hide by his side. It’s a double-edged sword, and I don’t know which side is going to end up killing me; Grisha or the Gallos. If I had a choice, I would rather die by anyone else’s gun. That traitor will never have the satisfaction of wiping out what is left of the Petrov family. The taxi is stopped at the gates, and a guard the size of a mountain asks what we want. The driver darts his head toward me, breaking into a cold sweat. If I wasn’t used to the sight of intimidating guards, I would be shitting a brick as well.

He had dragon tattoos all over the side of his neck and on the lips of his mouth was a thin stick of cigar which he ouffed heavily on. Luxander dextro Matthew was his name. The leader of ‘SEVEN STARS’, the most ruthless mafia gang in the mafia world and also his f*cking business partner. Luxander stopped infront of Gordons as he chuckled seeing him shiver and whimper in fear. His smile faded off as he placed his hands on Gordons shoulders, meaning business. “What do you say? Shall we sit down and talk?”

Then I built again, climaxing anew, calling out his name. “Alex….” I lay on the bed breathless, exposed from head to toe. I watched him ease himself out of his clothes, revealing his smoky hot body. I always knew gangsters had a different physical appearance from normal people, but this was way too much, even for me. As he stripped down, revealing every inch of himself, I mean, every dam inch. I felt my jaw drop to the floor. I mean, seriously, I've seen cucumbers smaller than that thing!

He laughed and turned around, "I asked for a Princess, not a fvcking clown" "Maybe you got the wrong person" I announced and he clicked his tongue. "Nay.... You're the right one..." "What do you want with me? Who are you?" I was losing my patience already. One minute I was on my way home and another, I'd been taken by some unknown skull-faced gangsters. The young man took a step closer to me and adjusted his biker's jacket, "Since you asked... I'm Gerald Anderson... Acting Don of the Eastern Gang"

Even Rodolfo himself wasn't spared as he had ended up sustaining some injuries. "Who the fucking hell did this? They must be tired of living to dare mess with me!" "Boss, it was this new gang said to be conquering territories all around, they are called the phoenix." "Phoenix? Who is the leader of this gang? Who is so damned gutsy enough to dare?!" "I'm sorry boss, but the identity of that person had been hidden, but yes, their men are very powerful the blood gang couldn't stand against them."

“Crazy bastard tried actin’ all slick too. Had himself a rifle tucked right under the—” I ground my teeth. “Anton.” He sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I get carried away sometimes.” A pause. “But you ain’t gonna like this. The men he described? They run with the La Fete gang. Nasty little outfit round this part of town. Got their hands in every dirty pie you can think of… and they sure as hell don’t come cheap.” Another pause. “Means somebody must’ve paid a mighty big fortune to have your woman taken—”