The Underworlds Queen Rj Kane Novels & Stories

When the light left his eyes, she closed them with tender fingers. Then she stood. Turned to the silent hall. The beast spoke through her mouth, voice filling every corner. “The king is dead.” A pause. “Long live the queen.” The remaining mirrors—all of them—shattered at once. And in every shard, the same reflection: Elara wearing the crown. The face. And the apocalypse.

My skin prickled all over. I lifted my chin, though I could not see him. “I am here.” The ground shifted again, and I could hear the crackle of bones moving, assembling and snapping into place. The air grew thick with dust and the faint stench of marrow. My breath caught. Then, there was silence. A voice, closer now, said, “I am Calgorr, Spirit of Bones. The one who rules what is left behind.” Jasmine growled at my side, but I gave her a gentle touch of reassurance, though my hands trembled.

But they'd forgotten what it felt like to stretch in a smile. Her name was Jerika Krester - the powerful Alpha Queen that was a terror to many.

The iron woman said to rule both the business world and the dark underworld, inherited from her father who had an equally frightening identity, Sebastian King. She looked too beautiful to be the rumored woman who's face most people hadn't seen before. However, her frightening presence and the unavoidable aura from her made a lot of people quickly confirm her identity. Though she seemed to have a smile on her face, her eyes showed no reflection of them, in fact there was a cold ruthlessness in her green eyes, that aura chilling one to the bones, indeed she was the queen of the underworld. A long line of men dressed in black followed behind her in two straight lines on either side of her, when

“We don’t fucking know. We’re confused every second of every day. But I will tell you, it means we get to fuck the hottest, most powerful Alpha/Luna/Underworld Queen, this place has seen in over 3500 years.” Crack a 2nd gunshot just rang out and rocked us. Kane falls like a rock to the ground. “Take cover!”

It was the Angels' duty to hunt down those hellhounds before they could cause more problems to the world of the living. Five celestial beings had the power to open the door that linked the living world with the Underworld. Since the Queen of the Underworld was imprisoned, and Alistair was dead, three names were still left on the list. Jay could rule out the Moon Goddess from the list because there was no reason for her to ruin everything she had built. That left Jay with two names. Ezekiel and Jay himself. Jay knew the Knights of Death had yet to summon their Queen. So, that left only him and Ezekiel. Jay could rule out his name because he never wanted to harm the living world. That left Eze

he grits out, trying to control his own anger. “Tell yourself what you need, but I will not subject my people to your kind as their King,” I snap, taking a breath before I speak again. “I, Aylin Adelaide Allaneo, Queen of the Underworld, reject you, Damon Marcellus Basso as my mate and King,” I say hastily before he can stop me again. Pain like nothing I have ever felt before shoots through my chest, cracking open my soul as I stagger but refuse to fall to my knees and scream. I grit my teeth as Damon falls to his knees, his hand on his chest.

"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.

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

His piercing gaze seemed to hold secrets, his movements fluid and predatory. "K'awiil, our ally, hides mysteries," Rryan whispered, sensing my curiosity. K'awiil's gaze locked onto Rryan, his expression unreadable. "Your queen's power grows, King Rryan. The underworld whispers of her potential." Rryan's eyes narrowed. "Explain." K'awiil's smile hinted at secrets. "The ancient prophecies speak of a queen, born of Vampire and demon blood, who will unite the underworld. Your love for Syla strengthens her claim."