Underworld Alexander Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was pathetic, watching my twin sister, my other half, unravel over a man who never saw her as anything but a shadow. And the worst part was the fact that she did not realize that he's been using her for a while. It was simple pleasure for him, something and someone that he can control. He did not want her around. “Alpha.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet. My second-in-command stood near the door, shoulders straight, eyes wary. He’d seen this before, the calm before I tore something apart. “You know not to bother me when I am in a mood.” “I believe that you need to hear this from me.” He said, looking away from me as he stepped inside.

Jenny's POV *Underworld* I don't know who Lucifer was...but he was sounding all real when he talked to me. Amongst the concerned folk, Alex was the weakest of us four. It pained me a lot that he had to come to the underworld for me. While I was locked up, It saddened me that I could hear him cry and I couldn't do anything to stop the screaming I had caused him. Alex had really shown me what it takes to love and then he was there to burn in my place.

Alex scolds playfully. Kir sighs, “nevermind, let’s just get going. I want as far away from those guys as possible.” Alex stares at Kir for a moment longer before getting an idea. “Alright, come with me! I know the perfect hiding place!” Alex shouts cheerfully as he grabs Kir’s hand and pulls her along. “Okay, but where is this perfect hiding place?” Kir asks as she laughs with amusement Alex’s excitement. “We’re going to the Underworld!” Alex says with glee.

"Does the girl know her mother is dead." "Yes." "Her father." A stillness came over Morrigan that was different from her usual stillness. Smaller. More careful. "She believes he is gone." Leo turned. His gold eyes found hers and what was in them was not accusation and not anger, something quieter than both, the look of a man who has been holding a piece of information and has just decided the time has come to set it down. "Alexander is King of the underworld, Morrigan." The realm held its breath. The bull finally lifted its head.

I was about to close the door, but he stopped me. "Perhaps I should come in," he said, glancing down the hall as if checking for witnesses. Curiosity got the better of me, and I let him in. "What?" I snapped. "What is so important?" "We've discovered where to find Alexander." Whatever irritation or anger I had been feeling disappeared, leaving me very alert. “Where is he?” "He lives among humans, somewhere on the West Coast—in Sundew, California. This is the address." He handed me a tiny piece of paper.

If he did not hunt Luther and protect humans and werewolves alike, who would? Alexander drew the thick cloak closer around his body as he staggered through the graveyard. He could see where the machines had disturbed the earth. Apparently, the grave sites were being dug up and removed. Now he was alone. Luther was the legendary rogue, the greatest of their people, yet he had fallen as so many had before him. Alexander would have bet his life that he would never have succumbed to the dark whisper of power. But he couldn't help himself. He wanted vengeance. He wanted blood. He wanted Luther’s head.

He was the werewolf who had killed Theo’s dad. “What are you doing here?” I asked, preparing myself for an attack. One of us was going to lose our life. He chuckled. “You must be willing to do anything to keep your secret, aren't you?” He asked. I said nothing. My fists clenched. “I need to speak to Alex.” He said. “He’s in the underground dungeons. You can go there and possibly seeing as you have a kinship with him, you can stay there until your death.” I lashed fearlessly.

King yelled in a voice that sounded so strong and sure. Then a large clawed hand clutched at the portal in the floor. If I had a heart that still needed to beat, it would have stopped. The hand pulled itself up and out, and then tentacles waved from the portal, not touching my son but trying to climb out, trying to escape the Underworld. The Wraiths! If they escaped the Underworld, they would possess humans. They would possess all of us. Alexis raised his other hand and threw a stream of power at the Wraith, a devil dog as big as the largest Hybrid Wolf, its yellow eyes glaring hungrily as saliva dripped from its oversized teeth.

Isaac alone was enough to take down the entire underworld forces of Woolpackton. In fact, he was already halfway to success. After all, Isaac defeated Ghost Sword, Drake's Grandmaster, in just three moves. However, he would never dream that the young Alexander would be so terrifyingly strong. He killed Quon Lacombe in one move. At that moment, he also killed his uncle within seconds. Even a monster was not as terrifying as Alexander! "You were trying to bed Drake's daughter and my wife. You wanted to cripple me too." At that moment, Alexander retracted his finger. He was not even looking at Isaac's body. He looked at Grayson. "I won't harm any good person, but I won't let any bad person off

Alexander is a prominent figure in the underworld, with connections to gangsters and even legal authorities. "Alexander, just let it go. He is basically..." David begins to speak in a hushed tone, but Terry interrupts him, his anger boiling over. "Dad, no! This is not over!" Terry seizes Alexander by the collar, forcefully dragging him out of the mansion, with the rest of the guards following closely behind. Now alone, it becomes a confrontation between Alexander Sterling and Terry Nashville. Terry seethes with anger, his rage palpable, while Alexander remains surprisingly calm, seemingly enjoying the spectacle.