Underdog Fantasy Headquarters Novels & Stories

“Come on, Damien. You heard Gareth. We’ve got work to do.” I brushed the gravel off my mouth and stared after Rylan as he limped away. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath. “Let’s ride out.” The sun was just starting to rise as we headed for the Long Island headquarters. The Shadow Fang Pack was built on dirty money, collections from every corner of the city. Mom-and-pop stores, shady landlords, gambling rings, even a few chain businesses that paid us to “stay protected.” We owned the underground of New York, and we were good at it.

To our left, ancient olive trees stood like gnarled sentinels and their leaves seemed to reflect the silvery moonlight. We got closer to the gates and Miguel slowed his pace. He didn't look at me, his gaze was fixed on the security cameras nestled in the stone pillars ahead and his voice took on different weight. "Forget everything you think you know about street thugs and back-alley deals, Alejandro," Miguel said softly. I could not help but process what he must have meant by that. Instinctively my own pace slowed. "The men behind these gates don't call themselves 'Mafia.' They are the Guardiani del Codice—the Guardians of the Code."

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

A while later, Toady and Wormie struggled to get up from the floor. Wormie gritted his teeth and said, “Lad, you seem to be skilled in fighting, huh? But even if you’re good at fighting, so what? You’re just alone here. Do you know about my status?” “Oh? May I know what your status is?” Thomas asked indifferently. “Hmph! Listen, I’m the second owner of the underground bank! I have at least one hundred subordinates, and half of the Southland District is under my control.

A few hours earlier... An expected call lights up my phone, and Jason Valentine, “the Wolf,” appears on the screen. Oliver was the one who found him and met with his Wolves in the Underground. The Underground is the secret headquarters of the Wolves below the floors of the BCO Hotel I own in Williamsburg. They wanted discreet access to New York, and they needed my territory in Brooklyn, so I gave them what they asked for. Oliver had seen them in action, and I had been supporting their vision for a couple of years now in exchange for protection and aid whenever necessary.

he said, “and we’re going to have a big, fucking blow out wedding in Italy. You’re going to have to continue to pretend to be Donatello’s daughter so he’ll foot the bill. The wedding will force all of the important men in our family’s business to come. Then, after we get married, I’m going to burn the whole place to the ground with them in it.” “That’s the plan?” I said. “A wedding that ends with a bang?” He laughed. “It will end with a bang anyway. But yes.” “Do you think it’s wrong?” I asked. “Us wanting to get rid of these people?” “The Underworld is filled with terrible people doing terrible things. I don’t think any of the people that we take out are going to be missed.” I smiled. “You’

“That is what I shall call you henceforth because I can see that you are a combination of Erin and Edvana who are both Lunas. And as for your first question, I believe I have already answered that. My brother is a weakling who does not deserve the position he now occupies, and I am ready to take over from him and enter into my destiny as the supreme leader of the werewolves. I mean, look at me, am I not fit to be a Prime Alpha?” She wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question, but she chose not to answer it. “What is this place?” She asked instead. “This is one of the perks of being a powerful being like me,” he said proudly. “I can create any reality I choose with the help of my trusted f

Sarah muttered, rolling his eyes. Favour adjusted his glasses. “I’m going to sleep for a week. Maybe two and never read any book that has to do with zombies again.” “Boring,” Justin said with a grin. “Me? I’m hitting up the biggest buffet in town. And I’m not leaving until they roll me out.” “You’d be doing that even if there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse,” Collins quipped, earning a round of laughter. Jeff smiled faintly. “I just want to see my family again.”

twenty-five acres of land with a massive five stories mansion built at the center surrounded by concrete fences with guards. Three years ago, when Ethan Hawke got chosen out of hundred men applying to be a servant in the house of Harrison Rider, one of the most powerful business tycoons in the country, he thought this was going to be a piece of heaven because the pay being offered was incredible, ten times better than what he could make at his old job and more, plus free meals and living quarter.

Leonard assured him. "Stunners are two a penny in my world. All of them relentlessly ambitious." "That might be so in L.A., but this is home time in Australia, remember? Look, Favour's sister is something else." "Something else like what?" asked Collins with a confused look on his face. His derisive tone earned a chiding shake of the head.