Here Comes The King Of The Underworld Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

“And you’re lucky you’re still alive.” Her sobbing started again, softer this time, more defeated. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. Letta crying. Roc disappointed. Marco disgusted. The Riccis laughing upstairs. Sara with a hammer. And me? Alone. Forgotten. A king without a kingdom. A leader without followers. A man without a future. And for the first time…I wondered if this room, this cold, stripped‑down box, was where I was going to die. ***Letta

“The king lives far north, atop the mountain of Valengrad. That’s where his castle stands. Beware — reaching him won’t be easy. Killing him will be even harder. But it’s the only way your wish will be granted.” I hesitated, staring at the valley below. “Where do I start?” I asked finally. “First,” the voice said, “you need to get out of here. Go to the nearest village. You look hungry. You’ll need strength.” “Good idea,” I muttered. “Where’s the road?” “Down the hill,” the voice replied. “You’ll see a portal. It’ll take you out.” I froze. “That place?” I pointed toward the valley — the same one swarming with monsters. “That’s suicide.”

"Does the girl know her mother is dead." "Yes." "Her father." A stillness came over Morrigan that was different from her usual stillness. Smaller. More careful. "She believes he is gone." Leo turned. His gold eyes found hers and what was in them was not accusation and not anger, something quieter than both, the look of a man who has been holding a piece of information and has just decided the time has come to set it down. "Alexander is King of the underworld, Morrigan." The realm held its breath. The bull finally lifted its head.

"The King isn't in Joren. And he isn't in the Prince." The ground beneath the fountain began to crack. The black oil bubbled and rose, forming the shape of a massive, rotting hand that gripped the edge of the stone. "Then where is he?" Elara asked, her voice trembling. Thomas smiled. "He's right under your feet. And he’s very, very hungry." The courtyard exploded upward. A giant, skeletal figure draped in royal silk climbed out of the earth, its eyes burning with the same black fire as the lightning that had struck Korth.

She called the name that Ferdinand didn’t know. In a slip second, the three humans landed in front of her while crouching respectfully. The air carried by these people was so heavy, not as much as Shadow, but still heavy nonetheless. Shadow gestured at Hisoka first. “He is the new Emperor of the Underworld. Your Highness Hisoka. These two are the First King and the Second King, the ruler of the SO, also from the Underworld. If you wish to see where your limit is, fight them. Until then, I’ll take Vilfredo with me.”

Could anything be so perfect, huh? She heaved in ecstasy and shortly, the door opened, revealing Valerie. What? Cara gasped and sat up immediately. Why the hell did she come in without knocking?? "Cara" Valerie called, appearing to be a little surprised. "What're you doing here? Where's the King?" "The King isn't in at the moment. And he asked me to wait here till he's back" a smirk was on Cara's lips as she stood up. Valerie's eyes dimmed:"R...Really?"

Lucas fell silent, deeply contemplating the weight of his next move. "Please come back, Mafia King!”

He was the king of the city and that gave him the right to have the first taste. He pushed away the girl who screamed at being neglected and marched to where Caterina was frozen in her place. He smirked when she racked his body with her eyes and gasped to see his dick, full mast and still glistening with the juices from the pussy he had dipped in for the past fifteen minutes. He saw how her pupils dilated and the flush increased on her cheeks. Her eyes drooped and her lips opened slightly. He could feel the warm breath leaving her mouth, that's how close he was standing to her.