Novel & Cerita Underworld Ruler

Crown be damned. More blood spilled from the corners of my eyes as I picked her up. No one protested, instead they parted for me, heads hung in sorrow. Even if she wasn't part of their pack, she was part of them. All of them. In our perfect world, she would have been crowned queen, even above myself. All wolves would have been hers to love and command. Now, she would command the underworld and its soldiers. More tears slipped free, but I didn't wipe them away. Let the world see the pain it had caused me. The sorrow that gripped my soul. Soon, they would all burn to ashes by my hand. But for now...

The sudden solitude was a welcome respite, allowing me to clear my head and process the events that had just transpired. The intricate web of Marina's plans was beginning to unravel, revealing a complex tapestry of power struggles and ancient magic. As I pieced together the information, a daunting picture emerged: Marina sought to exploit my army to eliminate the Necromancers, paving the way for her ascension to the throne of the Underworld. However, to achieve this goal, she would need to take out my brothers and me, the current rulers of the Underworld. The stakes were high, and Marina's formidable triple threat of Forsaken, Necromancer, and Witch abilities made her a force to be reckoned

What would be the outcome of the generations to come? A new ruler was born, and the Devil Incarnate was his other name. Born to claim the Mafia World and to start a new era of ruling the underworld. He was just like how a mafia king should be, heartless void of feeling any emotion and the BEAST whom no-one could tamed.

Hades wasn't seeing the connection yet. "It's complicated. But put in perspective my actual function. I rule ten dimensions of the Underworld. A world filled with demons of all kinds. I rule them, but I am not one of them. I am a powerful Elementalist who was gifted the throne. One tom among many scheming, strong, clever demons. Yes, there is a pact. Yes, it would be the height of folly for one demon to challenge me. But lately, there's been talk that a demon should rule. And that talk is growing in volume." King rubbed the bone above his nose as if this were a small headache he could massage away.

“Your treachery knows no bounds. Please learn to take jokes.” “Treachery? You want to use me as monster chow. And I would never feed you.” “But that BLT was delicious...” he said, forlorn. “Fine. I can do without domestic services. What I do need, however, is something underworlders find appetizing: namely, nubile young women-” “-Nubile? Did you really just say that?-” “-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-”

But she had clearly underestimated her. She was Caterina Giovanni Martino, the mother of their babies. She was no ordinary socialite hungry for fame or designer bags or jewelry. “You have clearly no idea who I am”. The woman sneered at her. “Oh and you do have”? Caterina scoffed at her. She could feel the rage of Hugo and Luca and she knew it was the time she was waiting for the whole night. The only reason she had agreed to attend the auction. She raised her hand in the air and everything just stopped. No music, no chatter. It was a pin drop silence. She looked around and then raised both her hands and everyone saw the mighty pillars of the underworld stood up behind her, at her silent comm

They said it was made by the mixture of blood and flesh of the sinners sent to the Underworld. "How are you my youngest sister?" It was Zuriel's voice. Elisia felt her heart pound. Zuriel was considered one of the most ruthless kings of the Underworld. When she left Acheron, her brother was still the ruler of Semel, but he was already known as the prince of war. Her brother's appearance was extraordinary. The creatures of the Underworld talked about him and they were all enchanted by his looks. However, if you looked closely, he had many scars all over his body and the most visible was on his face–a burned scar.

"You want to tear his throat out. You want to make that bitch cry blood." "I want them to suffer," I admitted, the truth tearing out of me. "Then marry me." His eyes flared with gold—his wolf pushing to the surface. "We walk back into that ballroom. I claim you. We take the Alpha title. And then... we burn their world down." My heart hammered. It was insanity. It was treason. Derek was dangerous, ruthless, a criminal warlord in the supernatural underground. "Why me?" I asked breathlessly. "Because you are the only one with enough hate in your heart to survive what I’m about to do to them."

he chuckled lightly. He continued. "See, that's why the regular society is different from the underworld. Here in the underworld, there are no rules. Everybody act like animals. It's up to the fittest to survive and dominate. And when you've dominated, if you see a rival trying to snatch that position from you, you blaze to smithereens" he paused and smiled. "We've dominated Miami and Florida at large. Any rival whatsoever is vying for that position and will stop at nothing to get it. In the underworld, our strength isn't in diplomacy. It's in suppression and elimination of threats" he added conclusively.

I wish someone could save us. “Unto the King of the Underworld, we offer this sacrifice. One that will seal the plans that are already ongoing. We will never be the slaves again but now, we will take charge as the king's that we are and we will rule just as we have been created for. No one will ever rise to be more powerful than us or even close to us. With her blood, we will take over nations. With her power, we will rule the world. The goddess will have no choice but to let us go and we will be the owners of the earth just as we were made to be.” He held his wrist over me and slit it and I gaspee internally, watching as the blood dropped into my chest. He then passed the knife into others