Novel & Cerita King Of Underworld Novel

“The…….underworld?” The underworld was a complex network built by nobles to hide their immoral side, justifying that the world cannot exist without shadows. The underworld was firmly controlled by the crown prince who was fond of the most immoral things she had ever heard of not to talk of the ones she hadn’t. If the guards were trying to avoid altercations with the underworld, it meant they didn’t have support from the duke. She knew exactly why that was. “If it’s the underworld, it cannot be helped, huh? You know what, I just might go on a walk today. It’s a bright and beautiful day after all”

A place filled with dangers, bloodthirstiness and terrifying and ice cold aura. This is... The Underworld. Where killers and criminals reside. Underworld, is a place as huge as continents itself, every continents has an Underworld. It is basically the other world that exists below the ground of our known society. The Underworld is not any different to the world above. Arinea Underworld is currently controlled by an Emperor of Wang Imperial Family, Wang Hou. Vendors are selling different kinds of things beside the road. And also big shops selling jewelries and clothes for women and different kinds of weapons for both men and women.

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.

“Weird that you would mention him now—” “But I did not,” Samson Interrupted, “you see that's the problem, you are yet to get over that one obstacle and now you're head over heels over—” he stopped to take a good look around the room, safe to say he was still conscious of the gun from yesterday, “a mafia what again?” “Prince. A mafia Prince.” I corrected it. I felt uneasy with the way Samson pointed out things. I wasn't angry or pissed at the fact that he posted them out. I was angry at the fact that I was seeing some sense in what he was saying.

“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

Asia teased. Chris smiled and watched the two girls. At this moment, the door was pushed open and camilla came in running as her body slightly trembled "f-fortune you are awake, you..you, how are you feeling?" Camilla asked as she wiped away her tears. Chris moved from the other side and motioned for camilla to come. Terry stood on the side with a smile on his face..He too was glad that fortune had woken up and was getting better. despite the fact that alot knew him as the underworld king, Zack didn't mind much. In actual sense, Zack was the original underworld, business king. In order to confuse the enemy, Terry took it upon himself to carry this title even though it wasn't true. Now that f

Catie said sarcastically, “Father, you’re not muddled, are you? Even if he’s an Oriental and his name’s Yang Xiao, so what?” "There are tens of millions of Yang Xiao in the world. How can I meet one who kneels down?" “Father, I think you’ve gone senile while playing with women? I’m hanging up!” After saying that, Catie was about to hang up the phone and continue to command her men and the security bureau to arrest Yang Xiao. But right at this moment... An angry shout came from the other side of the phone. It was the roar of his father Zeus. “Catherine, I think you don’t want to live anymore, right? There are millions of Yang Xiao in the world, but there is only one Underworld King!”

Crown be damned. More blood spilled from the corners of my eyes as I picked her up. No one protested, instead they parted for me, heads hung in sorrow. Even if she wasn't part of their pack, she was part of them. All of them. In our perfect world, she would have been crowned queen, even above myself. All wolves would have been hers to love and command. Now, she would command the underworld and its soldiers. More tears slipped free, but I didn't wipe them away. Let the world see the pain it had caused me. The sorrow that gripped my soul. Soon, they would all burn to ashes by my hand. But for now...

It's as if all the moisture is being sucked from him. "Interesting," I mumble as I crouch down beside him. He stares at me and hisses a little as his body continues to die. "Does this happen to all of you," I ask, and his eyes widen as if he realizes this is it? "Queen...Queen is life to all. Last Queen gone. New Queen gone. No more Queens," he hisses, and I nod before snapping his neck. "No more Queens sounds good to me," I reply to the now silent space.

My mind tried to comprehend how one could move that fast as I strained to hear their words. My ear perking up as the newly made sneered, laughing sardonically, "The King of Vampires graces a low life with his presence". The King of Vampires, I thought, my eyes going round as saucers and the newly made continued, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Jacob?" And the floodgate of memories unleashed itself on my mind.