Underworld Characters Novels & Stories

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

"Yes, he is one of the richest men in the part of the world he is known all around the business World and in the underworld." "Underworld?" "Yes, he is called python. The king of the underworld." "King of the underworld?" Mariam's eyes widened. "It's no wonder he is being so bossy and..." "Don't get it wrong Mariam." The Chairman raised his hand in dismissal. "Mr. Levi Freechild made the Underworld a great place and saved us all from the troubles of the other Dons." "Oh," Mariam mouthed. "Yes dear, Mr. Levi isn't bossy at all he is one of the most humble humans I have met".

Uncle Jim asked her, and she nodded, giving him a fake smile, but he could see right through it. "I'm fine," she replied, clutching the strap of her bag as she made her way down the stairs where a black Mercedes stood, and a man dressed in black opened the door. She got in, and her uncle followed suit. Her uncle, Luca, was very successful and extremely rich, but he was also involved in the Mafia, the underworld that controlled much of the city. He was a powerful and feared figure, known for his shrewd business acumen and ruthless tactics. His empire was expanding rapidly, leaving his competitors in awe and his enemies in fear.

Hi everyone! In the interest of not taking away from the dialogue for excessive world-building, I made an index with the rules of this universe. In terms of Gods/Goddesses, I follow Greek mythology, but I’ve also taken pieces from different folklore and added my own twist. Underworld (There are a few realms/subrealms here, so if there's any confusion, let me know, and I will clear it up). Any being in the underworld is immortal but can be killed by ripping its head off and burning the body. They all wield dark magic but have unique powers.

But he didn't let them go far before shooting them all, watching with pure indifference as they fell to the ground. He glanced back at me, staring at me for a while, not saying anything. So I spoke first. “Who… Who are you? What do you want with me?” I questioned, waiting for an answer but before he said anything, my eyes strayed, observing him. And then I saw something. A red glove in one hand, a handgun that had an insignia of a Serpent coiled around a sword, and ruby eyes. This man… He was… “You're Alden Black Lombardi, the king of the Underworld. What… What do you want with me?”

she said, an emotion I couldn't fathom flashed in her eye, she shook her head, and her eyes was back to the normal aloof and dull look. She glanced at me, as If contemplating to say something or not, she finally did. “He's the Patriarch of the Azura's underworld activities.” “Underworld?!” I blurted out. Dose this still exist? Stories I've heard about the underground activities isn't close to nice, they are dangerous and cruel. I quickly poured myself another shot and gulped it down. She immediately looked around ourselves again, to make sure no one was hearing us, She looked at me again and I swear, I felt a sudden wave of adrenaline cursing through me.

"Mr. R...Rafael?" Sarah, so imperious only moments ago, was now trembling, her teeth chattering. In an instant, men in black from the Gallo family poured into the narrow clinic. Sarah's men didn't even have a chance to draw their guns before they were slammed to the ground, the sickening crack of bone echoing through the room. Rafael Gallo. The youngest Don of the Gallo family, the man who controlled the entire New York underworld.

Do they do things like that? There were teachers, kitchen staff, housekeepers, and people who tended to the gardens. Some people went into the city to work in the businesses that Blake owned. But they were all what he called low-ranking or omega wolves. So, the slaves, I guess? I headed to the gym. They had a bag I planned to wail on. I opened the locker, and someone had prepared for me. Someone who did some work around here. I changed and wrapped my hands. There were a few other she-wolves in the locker room. One was Skyler, and the other two I didn’t know. They all had very few clothes on. They reminded me of the girls at the gym who went to look cute. Well fuck, looking cute. I wanted to

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

But it goes far deeper than a simple territorial urge. I know the monsters who run that auction ring. I’ve tracked their kind during my deployments with the SEALs. They are ruthless, calculating sadists who will tear her apart the second they spot a single flaw in her submissive façade. No other Dom in this club will care about her survival the way I do. No one else will push her to her absolute limits to ensure she is unbreakable.