King Of Underworld Novel Novels & Stories

If Clay weren't suppressed by the Wolfsbane still working its way out of my system, he would have come forward in response to the amount of power pouring off him. His ice blue eyes found mine, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as if he had read my thoughts. And for a second, I believed that might be entirely possible. "Some call me Balthazar. A select few call me Balt. But I am best known in most worlds as the King of the Underworld." He stated. I waited for the other shoe to drop like this was a joke. The guy couldn't seriously believe he was Satan or some shit; this was a comic book or some marvel movie. This was reality. But it didn't come, and the look in his eyes told me he actual

Daniel gritted, clenched his teeth at the hearing of that name, then clenched and unclenched his fist, "Where is he?" "He was hiding in one of his uncle's house but he is now in the moon house, Marcus has him" "Good job, I am on my way" he snapped as he hung up. The moon house is where he always takes criminals like Rollo to deal with. Apart from being a billionaire businessman, one thing people do not know about Daniel is that he is the king of the underworld. In the underworld, he goes by the name Nikolai Klaus and at the mention of that name, every mob in the underworld trembles, none had actually seen Nikolai Klaus' face, they only hear about him and rumors have it that those who actuall

Since there was still time to reach home, both of them decided to make themselves comfortable and give their exhausted veins some rest. a/n pov Since time and water are precious. Let me use this precious time in making you all fall in love with the characters by giving their intro to you all. Till now, you all must have got the hint that the so-called “Boss”, is going to be the main lead. If this is so, then you all are thinking right! So, let us start with the main lead. INTRO TIME!!!!! Meet the king of the cold dark aura of the underworld. The so-called “Boss” of nearly every head taking shelter beneath the black and red painted walls of the mafia world.

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.

He didn’t look like a man anymore. He looked like the ruler of the underworld. A king made of blood and vengeance. “Chapter 45,” he murmured, voice dropping into lethal promise, “begins with bodies.”

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.”

He said sitting on the bed beside her. "What do you mean?" "You see sweetheart, your boyfriend is not a push over and Vincent is not as powerful as him. But me, I am the Underworld king of Italy. He cannot enter my premises without my permission." "Underworld king!?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "You don't know about me? Well that's understandable... You are just a little girl, an innocent Angel... How would you know about The Mafia King?" He said, smirking. "M- Mafia!?"

" Underworld? Like the kind of underworld I read in novels?" " Probably ", " Be truthful ". He chuckled, " I don't know how the underworld is described in your novels, but they might not do justice to it", " How? Why? You're very rich, a trillionaire, you're a boss in the business world; you have lots of companies and resorts; why are you involved in some kind of underworld?". He sat up seeing the worries on her face, " For power", " You're already powerful ", " Power is never enough, I need to become a Monarch",

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

Checking for King in the large bedroom Agent kept in the Persiana complex had proven to be a waste of time. The tom hadn't found his way back while Agent was away. No real surprise there. The ruler of the Underworld couldn't stay in the living world forever. He had duties and obligations. Agent considered crawling into the bed and sleeping until King returned, but his need to see his lover was stronger than his need to rest. There would be plenty of time for sleeping later.