King Of The Under World Novels & Stories

I whispered to Athena, now being utterly aware of the large room full of people and species I had only read about. “Those are demons. You find them here in the Underworld that serve their King, the father of the baby. “Hades.” My mouth opened to ask another question, but a woman, assuming the mother, Parisa, was standing at the top of a grand staircase decorated with gold, silver with hints of red and black. My hand tightened around Athena as Parisa stood by the intimidating, slightly scary looking King of the Underworld holding a tiny baby.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

Even though he had only used twenty percent of his maximum speed, it still took someone truly extraordinary to dodge it. Just as Lucas readied himself to launch a second attack, the shadow dropped to one knee on the concrete before him. "Highest respects to the Mafia King, 'The Obsidian Blade'!" declared the man, who was clad entirely in black. Thanks to his overwhelming strength, lethal precision in combat, and a thoroughly mysterious, unpredictable nature, Lucas had rightfully earned the terrifying moniker The Obsidian Blade. The title also served to distinguish Lucas from past mafia kings; his absolute power far surpassed that of any predecessor who had sat on the underworld throne.

They were lost. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she continued, "They serve only one ruler. They follow no pack, no clan, no race. Only him. The king of demons. The ruler of the underworld—where no sunlight has ever existed. They are not like us. They do not belong to any of the known realms." The room erupted. "REALMS?!" "Demons?!" "What do you mean—king of demons?" "What underworld?! What is happening?!" Their voices were desperate, confused, and terrified.

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

He accepted the lighter handed to him by Hugo. "It's a personal matter." "Her personal matter," Sam took a strong drag of the cigar in his mouth. He exhaled the smoke, filling the room with a thin haze from the cigar. "It's in my hands." Alfred chuckled. "Beatrice has her own life, Sam. You're not her God." Sam laughed. "How can Alfred, the ruler of the underworld known for his cruelty and mercilessness, talk about God here?" The old man sighed softly. "Just five minutes. No more than that, Sam."

Four Great Seraphs~" - Irina synthesized what Heaven was and their Angels. Then Ravel stood up from the chair she was sitting on, and by the surprise of Rias, she explained about the Underworld. "The Underworld is roughly the same size as the Human world, but with a much larger landmass, as there are no oceans and just lakes. It was once ruled by the '72 Pillars' of the Judeo/Christian religion but after the Great War, over half of them became extinct. Right now it's ruled by the 'Four Great Satans' titled 'Lucifer, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus'. Because after the Great War the original ones died, new candidates were chosen to possess those titles and rule the Underworld." - Ravel fini

I promise you this. "The war has only begun, my darling Laurel. Beautiful Angelo. Kurt Kenton may be powerful but you and I both know that he doesn't stand a chance against me. I am the king of the underworld, Amor mio." "And I am your queen. And according to the rules and regulations, a king only bows down to his wife. You will bow, Luciano. And I will make that happen, mark my words." with that I brushed past him and walked inside. Son of a bitch.

Luca said, pushing Zic off as he stood up. His voice was soft, yet it carried an undefinable authority. Even without a crown, his aura was unmistakable. He was the last prince of the underworld’s master. A man so deep in the shadows that the world government had given up on catching him and had instead chosen to partner with him.