Mob Characters Novels & Stories

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

With a swift leap from the van's roof, Alexander advanced toward the sheltered Zilla, effortlessly overpowering any obstacles in his way. Once the elite squad was decimated, Alexander became unstoppable. He reached Zilla in mere moments, his aura alone enough to quell resistance as he seized Zilla by the throat. Had it not been for the fierce loyalty of those protecting him, Alexander might not have distinguished Zilla among the group. "We finally meet," Alexander sneered, his eyes narrowing with malicious intent. Master Moony's representative in Wyverna appeared unassuming, but his distinctive build hinted at his unique capabilities—he was a highly intelligent cyborg.

"Where is he, Moby? Wasn't he inside?" Moby had a speechless expression as he said coldly, "Are you trying to kill me, Lucy? I met that guy just this morning, and he's not a level four or level five warrior king. Far from it. He's a level seven warrior king! I'm sorry, but even the most powerful person in our family is only at level six. I'm afraid I can't help you. You and your friend and go ahead and continue shopping. I'll have to go back and calm myself down a little. I was so nearly scared to death earlier!"

I'm now in the shotgun seat, gazing at the scenery outside while Luigi drives in silence. I wasn't wrong; his house is indeed huge. It could be called a mansion or hacienda, given the vastness of the lot. I also saw several luxury cars that he owns. I just don't know the brands since I'm not knowledgeable about cars. Nevertheless, I'm sure they're expensive.

“We can go.” Gregory takes the bag from me and we walk toward the car. I glance at the time on my phone again. There are no calls from Luca so I assume that he isn’t home yet. We’re stepping out the door when something catches my eye. It’s a black Range Rover parked along the sidewalk. It’s two cars away from where I’m standing. I stop. My heart starts beating faster. Mary has a car just like this. I look closer. Gregory notices that I’ve stopped and comes up behind me. I keep looking at the car, and because the sun is in my eyes, I use my hand to shield my eyes.

"Cairo, right?" A cruel smile appeared at the corners of Moby's mouth. He said slowly, "I have already shown you some moves. I don't have time to play with you right now." As soon as he finished speaking, Moby twisted Cairo's ankle hard. Cairo's entire arm was broken instantly, with the sound of broken bones. Moby then kicked him in the chest. "Argh!" He was immediately kicked out and flew dozens of meters away with a scream. He eventually collapsed onto the grass. He died immediately after landing.

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

I want her alive," Moby stated with utter confidence, turning his back on the scene to walk toward the bar and refill his wine glass, leaving his bodyguards to handle her. He had barely issued his order when his men swiftly charged at Aria, swinging punches in a concerted effort to subdue her instantly. In less than a minute, heavy thuds echoed across the floor. Moby wasn't bothered in the least to check. He was certain his bodyguards had already captured her. And when he finally turned around with a triumphant look on his face, the sight that greeted him brought him up short.

Morbius answered and quickly defended the land that he owned. He fought side by side with his men and each dodge, counter, or even kill that Morbius did was like it was nothing to him. He just simply moved flawlessly as everything around him moved slowly. He perfectly knew where their blows would come from. But as the blood was already spilled on the ground, Morbius held his cold facade as if he was bored over the repeating bloodshed in his land. He was about to give the last blow when someone’s familiar presence caught him off guard.

"There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—" I gasp. "Succubi?" "Yeah. You know—women who seduce men. There's also the other way around. Men who can make any woman fall for them. Some people are actually immune to those powers, though." She studies me for a second. "Rare people." "Oh." I shake my head, trying to clear it. "What else?" "Lots more." "That's a lot to take in," I whisper. Alice pats my back, but doesn't say anything.