The Underworld Series Rj Kane Novels & Stories

The orc sighs and let’s go of Fay. “Follow me.” Uzul speaks in a reluctant way. The orc leads the druid below the living level deck via trap door to only get to another level of the ship. This one is the cargo bay. Here is plenty of foods that in seed form. Vegetables upon vegetables. Her feet slam down on the metal surface just after Uzul does. Her eyes wonder to one of the many barrels that are stashed on this left. With her free hand she pops open the top to be graced by seedlings for corn, the drum is filled to the brim with it. Uzul notices her action by turning his head. “It was supposed to be a project in Sky World.” The druid looks at her in a baffled way and ask almost immediately.

So many times you had to read between the lines. Luis Rojas could win an award as one of the most evil men in the world. He had grown up as a foot soldier in the violent La Regla cartel, regla for rulers, which they had fully intended to become, until the day he assumed the mantle of control. There were whispers in back rooms that Rojas had gotten the throne not because he was the heir apparent but because he had killed off the three men higher than he was in the ranks and the two who had been discussed as logical successors. In dark corners and back rooms they called him asesino. Killer.

The map of the city’s underworld districts scattered across the floor. He shoved Riven’s legs wide open and buried his face between them, devouring his hole with aggressive hunger. His tongue fucked deep, tasting their combined mess from earlier while Riven moaned and gripped his hair. “Fuck— Kael— yes, eat my hole like you own it.” Kael growled against his skin and pushed three thick fingers in alongside his tongue, stretching Riven open again. When Riven was shaking and begging, Kael stood up, slicked his massive cock, and drove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"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.

“I’ll keep my ear to the ground. But Fabio's not the type to take rejection lightly.” “I’m counting on that,” Enzo said. Luca studied him for a moment, then smirked. “You might be out, but you still think like a boss.” Enzo’s expression was unreadable. “Old habits.” Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, Falcone. I’ll let you know what I find. Just don’t do anything stupid.” Enzo smirked. “No promises.” As he left the café, Enzo felt the weight of the situation settle in. He had walked away from the underworld, but the underworld hadn’t walked away from him.

Even though I am nervous, I am also excited to see where one of my mates rule. The journey to the underworld is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. As we travel through the hidden passages that lead to the realm of demons, I can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. Adrian, Blake, and Levi sense my apprehension and stay by my side, their presence a silent reassurance. As we step into the dark and foreboding underworld, a chill runs down my spine. The air is thick with an otherworldly energy, and I can sense the presence of powerful beings lurking in the shadows. Adrian takes my hand in his, his touch grounding me amidst the swirling uncertainty.

underestimating me. "Looks like you all needs a lesson." she muttered...And went to nearby cafe. After a while in the president's office in main branch.. "President there is something wrong...someone hacked our whole system..." Secretary came running to the president's room. After looking at the gloomy aura of president he was not able to say anything again.. "I know.." his chilling voice came..making secretary spine all cold... He knows then why is he sitting here until now?? Isn't it said that he is best hacker??

he said. The room changed, I stood immediately, “Lucas?” I asked. “No,” Antonio said. “The person who took him.” Matthew’s expression turned cold, “Where is he?” “Lower security level,” Antonio replied. I frowned, “Why is he still alive?” I asked. Antonio looked at me, “Because Matthew wanted answers,” he replied. I looked at Matthew, his expression was deadly now. The underground area beneath the estate was nothing like the world above, no marble floors, no luxury, no business image. This was the real Kane empire, cold and dangerous, men stood along the walls, armed and silent.

"And the Luna who wears no crescent." Ashley lifted her chin. "Ashley Voss Blackthorn. We greet you under open sky, Jarl Torvald." Torvald studied her for another long moment. "You speak for yourself now. Bold." "I speak for Blackthorn," she answered evenly. "As my mate speaks for it."

The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes. The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.