The Underworld Series Rj Kane Novels & Stories

"Ms. Falcone, we've got a problem! Several of our rivals have put bounties on Mr. Bianchi's head. What do we do? "You need to take Mr. Bianchi and hide abroad right now! Someone leaked that he's at the villa, and they're already heading your way!" Daniela cut her eyes over to me. "I know exactly who leaked it." She pulled out her phone and started a livestream. For the first time in her life, the notorious underworld queen put her face on camera—but only for a split second before she flipped the lens to point it directly at me. "I'm Daniela Falcone," she announced coldly to the screen. "As of today, I am washing my hands of the underworld. I'm completely stepping down.

A month before our wedding, my fiance, Rocco Morelli, disappeared. I searched for him for weeks, until I finally saw him in a jewelry boutique. He was there with a beautiful woman, helping her pick out a diamond ring. She was Emilia Leone, my father's illegitimate daughter, the one I kicked out of the family three years ago. Rocco slipped a 20-carat diamond ring onto her finger, the stone blindingly bright. I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?"

"What can I say? There's something satisfying about administering justice personally. Especially when it's... personal." I turned back to Sebastian, noting the mix of fascination and unease on his face. "But usually," I added, "we leave it to others. Unless it’s personal." I leaned back in my chair, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. "Torturing souls might be the headline act, but it's not the only gig in town. There are way more fun things to do down here than play 'poke the sinner' all day." Dad nodded, a rare smile softening his features. "Luella's right. The Underworld is a realm of endless possibilities. Sure, we deal with our fair share of scumbags, but that's just one facet o

Catherine smiled slightly. “Only souls…can go to the u-underworld after they die, and I-I don’t have…one.” This time, she closed her eyes and it never opened again. Kaiden gasped from his hidden spot and turned sharply to run away but Edward raised his hand and pulled him directly to himself and he slit Kaiden’s throat with his claws. Looking into his elder brother’s shocked eyes, Edward said, “no more mercy this time,” and threw Kaiden’s body away before he gave up the ghost.

The dark-blue flame exploded like a bomb when it came in contact with the underworld soldiers, turning the entire area into a sea of dark-blue flames. The underworld soldiers never stood a chance. The sea of dark-blue flame instantly drowned them. They screamed miserably as their souls shattered. It was a massacre. Skylar was like a tiger making its way through a flock of sheep, barely encountering any resistance as he entered the depths of the Underworld smoothly.

He had a dream, to be a topper so that he would be accepted in the best companies in the Country. And it was almost about to end a year ago only if he had not met Lucas. Lucas David. He was the King of Underworld, the undisputed Ruler of Mafia kingdom. Every single child knew him. Every boy feared of him. He was a nightmare for all. He was often seen on the roads of the city, moving in his Mercedes. He was ruthless, heartless, and cold. He had nothing to be used as his weakness. He had none. But he was honest. He was not a liar. He wasn’t a cheater. He was a fair man. It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back.

The scent wasn't some polished cologne, it was a chaotic, jarring mix of everything the accident left behind, laced with his own desperate heat. First, it was the weirdly pleasant tang of cold sweat and fresh blood, sharp and intense, immediately overridden by the thick, choking smell of burnt oil and scorching rubber clinging to his expensive leather jacket. Then, deeper, beneath the wreckage and the adrenaline, was the true him: a dark, animal anchor of smoke, expensive worn leather, and that specific, heavy musk he always carries, the one that makes me think of old bourbon and midnight meetings. It was raw, dangerous, and utterly necessary. It was the smell of a man who I had just cheated

I am a Servant of Death, sent to the werewolf realm by the Dark Goddess of the Underworld. She gave me a single rule. Every year during the pack's Dark Moon Festival, I must receive a water lantern carrying a genuine blessing. The first year, my future Alpha mate, my brother, and my childhood best friend all wrote my name on their lanterns. The second year, my childhood friend Julian said my adopted sister, Chloe, was too weak, so he wanted to pray for her just this once. The third year, even my brother, Ryker, who swore to protect me forever, gave his lantern to Chloe. Only my fated mate, Declan, left one for me. This was the fourth year. I couldn't sleep at all, so I finally told them

It was year four of my arranged marriage to Lucas. Then Roderick invaded our land. He was the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast. One look was all it took. The Moon Goddess snapped our mate bond into place. Right in front of everyone, he stole me away and dragged me to his packhouse. For three years, he spoiled me rotten. Every wolf pack in North America burned with envy. He gave me free rein over the best medical labs. My inner wolf was weak from old scars, so he held me tight every single full moon. When wolfsbane nearly killed me, this ruthless Alpha dropped a ten-billion-dollar merger. He sat by my hospital bed for days and never closed his eyes once. His devotion was loud and shamele

I said, “trying to kill Cheng is also part of the plan?” Peter nodded. “Could very well be, but something has to be done to prevent Nekromel.” “And what is Nekromel?” I asked. “Why it’s the name of the world beneath this one.” “Where Cheng’s father came from?” “That’s right. A world of demons and devils and other unpleasantness. When the rift is healed, the world beneath will rise. It will be Hell on Earth, literally. Not necessarily the Hell from the Bible, and this is certainly not Earth, but you get the general drift.”