Novel & Cerita King Of The Underworld

He promptly turned, only to find himself starting into Caleb's eyes. Eyes that left him scared shitless! "Caleb… Crawford!!!" The patriarch's gnashing teeth barely breathed the feared name. Soon, the world before his eyes was infinite darkness, as his head fell from his body! World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! At Caleb's call, the patriarch's headless body had reached him, and he reached out, grabbing it and throwing it into the Coffin of the Gods. "I've prepared a coffin for y'all—how's that for sincerity?"

They called him the King. King of the underworld. He was a being to be feared and worshipped as he was born from darkness. He has sinned, he has crushed and ruined. He has killed. There was blood on his hands. He carried that aura to haunt the souls of living beings. He was a trickster and manipulative, but he was loyal too. He was loyal and kind to those who kept their belief in him. He would die for them and won’t hesitate to slaughter for them. Of all, he was Don of Italy and Valentine Romero was his name. Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave.

He lowered his hand. Then he smiled. Aria immediately knew something was wrong. “You haven't changed.” “No.” The First King looked toward the ceiling. “I simply realized something.” “What?” He pointed upward. “You have been watching the wrong gate.” Everyone froze. Kael looked up. A dark crack appeared above them. First Guardian's eyes widened. “The Underworld.” The First King smiled. “The final gate was never beneath the First World.” The crack widened. “It was above it.” Aria felt the three heartbeats become faster.

But I press on, "She's alive, for now, but if you want to see her again, you will do exactly as I say" He laughs, slow and unamused "Is that so?" I quickly hang up before he could say anything. Else, my heart would explode. Did I sound convincing? He must be panicking or maybe gone mad with rage, tearing the city apart to get his hands on me. He is Lorenzo De Luca, the king of the underworld, no one dared flex a muscle in New York without his knowledge. Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him,

I bite my nails, fidgeting. "But I have to warm Auren somehow," my eyes keep looking around for the best means to get out of my hiding spot without that mean guy noticing me. "Swing into action, guys. Once we finish him off, I would have my place back as the king of the underworld," his eyes widen unnaturally, his lips breaking out in an eerie grin. "So he's the king of the underworld. No wonder so many people are after him," I hiss, still thinking of a way to get out my spot without the man noticing me.

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

There is no way,I imagine someone bowing to me. "Yes, for starters, let's catch up on something. What do you want to know?" "Um...Everything."I thought about the first thing that came to my mind."Why do they call you Alpha? What does it mean?" "I'm their leader,I run the pack." "Oh, like a president, you mean?" "Well, not the same, you usually vote to have a president, but I was chosen by birth to be an alpha, so it's more like king status." I was shocked by that. I was in bed with a king. I tried not to make it a big deal, but deep down, the realization dawned on me.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

The process where each graduand from each arm presented their skill or a mind turning project that won them a one year internship by the scouters that were invited. "Well that's because Jacob St. Laurent will be attending this one", he proffered, causing all the blood to drain out my face. "What?", I choked out, letting go of my spoon. Jacob St. Laurent was the only descendant of one of the pure blood families. The Royal pure blood family to be exact. Jacob St. Laurent without question, was the King of Vampires. And he was going to be at the selection. The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for.