Novel & Cerita Underdog Fantasy Headquarters

Yet here it was, alive again, loud and merciless, dragging him back into the nightmare he thought he’d left behind. His voice cut low, dangerous, vibrating with the weight of his fury. “What is the meaning of this, Marcus?” Marcus turned slowly, as if savoring the moment. His eyes glinted with satisfaction, his smirk stretching wide. He lifted his arms as though presenting a prize. “Well, Fenrik Vale…” His words rolled heavy, carrying into the noise, feeding the beast of the crowd. “Welcome to the Underdog Club.” The name hit like a spark, and the crowd seemed to swell louder, stomping and howling, hungry for the promise of blood. The chanting turned into a wave, rolling through the arena, e

Midnight, 15th Street Bridge. Isla had always been a skeptic, practical and grounded. But with Elara coughing up blood in the next room, she had nowhere else to turn. Driven by fierce, protective love, she went. She met the contract broker—a neutral, chillingly calm man with eyes like polished obsidian. He offered her a contract, simple in appearance, promising the immediate, full cure and health of Elara Vance. The price was vague, listed as Ownership of the Signatory, to be collected at the Contractor's discretion. The broker assured her that the contract was binding, irrevocable, and guaranteed results. He explained that the Contractor was a powerful entity named Lucien.

It took me day and night to have a mafia that I want. My mafia is 2 largest along with my godfather's mafia THE DEADLY KNIGHTS My real name is Haley Fates and the people who shouldn't know this name knows it that's why I faked my name. Despite the name they don't know how I look and thats what I want. ----------------------------------------- NEET Lets see what I have here. ----------------------------------------- I picked up and opened it and tada... I couldn't comprehend what I just read about him. He is a fuçking Mafia King that too of the No.1 Mafia in the world.

I mumbled opening my phone to check my emails. After 20 minutes drive we've arrived to a familiar mansion. It's quit big just like ours and the structure makes it obvious the people living here are loaded which they are. Walking up some stairs to get to the door. Before one of our men could even knock the door opens and a middle aged man appears. "Good morning Mr. Alexanders, i'm Orlando the head butler of Mariano Family" he greets bowing. I gave him a stif nod unlike my dad who greeted him back. He then led us to where the Mariano's are waiting.

But what no one knew was that our destinies can change any second, any day of the week. Friday night and nothing changed. It was past midnight when the underworld opened its gates to let the son of Hades to come out of his world and play with the reality of others. He was tired of the same routine and it was after a couple of years that he dared to make a visit to that bar. 00:23, that was the time he read on the watch on his wrist which, surely, was worth the price of the car where he was travelling around the city.

“I-Is that… a person under the water?” My companion glanced down casually. “Ah, yes. That’s Mr. Rafayel.” “What?!” I nearly dropped the tray. “He’s underwater! He’s going to drown!” Panic shot through me as I dropped everything and stepped closer to the edge. “What on earth is he doing down there?! Is he some kind of sea monster? A mythical monster creature?!” My mind whirled as I prepared to dive in – because whether he was crazy or not, I couldn’t just stand there while someone stayed at the bottom of a pool.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

He rocked Cassie and hummed along to the lullaby their mother used to sing as he waited for the lift doors to open. The only response he got was Cassie gripping his shirt tighter, pressing her face into her brother's chest. Soon the doors opened and they went down. Unlike most, Conrad and Eva never left the base, they had an apartment which was located just behind Conrad's office. Conrad liked to refer to it as Central Command, once they stepped off the elevator it was another corridor with a small indoor garden in a circular lobby. To one side there was a door with a mail slot.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

“And when you walk out—winner or loser—we’ll remind you who really owns you.” The promise ignited me—cock hardening instantly, breath catching. They didn’t push further—not here, not yet—but the tension coiled tighter, a live wire ready to snap. Sofia stepped forward. “Time’s wasting. The hub waits.” Chen nodded to her team. “Clear the path. Let him decide.” They parted corridor opening toward the east wing, stairs descending into darkness. I looked back at Dante and Rocco, their eyes burning with need, with possession, with love.