Alex_kingstone

In a world where power is dictated by gangs, cities, and families ranked from Tier 1 to Tier 6, only the strongest survive. In the Tier 4 city of Blackridge, fifteen-year-old Elijah struggles to find his place. With his mother working tirelessly and his younger sister depending on him, he has always kept his head down.

Determined to rise above the chaos, Elijah and his best friend Kai decide to create their own gang from nothing. But strength in this world isn’t given—it’s taken. The gangs that rule Blackridge won’t tolerate competition, and even the weakest gang has more resources, manpower, and experience than they do. With no money, no reputation, and no clear allies, they must navigate a brutal world of betrayals, violence, and ambition, where every decision could mean life or death.

But Elijah is different. He possesses a mysterious system that offers him power—at a cost. As he slowly uncovers its secrets, he realizes that survival is not enough. To protect those he loves, he must become stronger than anyone else. He must climb the ranks, crush the opposition, and seize control of Blackridge’s underworld.

But in a world ruled by kings, warlords, and ancient families, the price of power is steep. And when the past comes back to haunt him—when whispers of a forgotten night resurface—Elijah must confront not only his enemies but the truth about himself.

In the gang world, the strong rise, the weak perish, and only the ruthless reign supreme.

And Elijah? He plans to reign at the very top

The Path Of A True King.

Tristan sat beside the driver's seat of a sleek black van, his posture upright and calm, yet the air around him pulsed with subtle intensity.

The driver, Dean, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his other tapping against the door in irritation.

His expression was laced with frustration, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched.

He didn't bother to hide the fact that he wasn't thrilled to be here.

Tristan, on the other hand, had undergone a noticeable transformation over few hours.

He looked nothing like the rough-edged he used to be.

His black hair, once wild and untamed, was now neatly brushed back, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face.

His black suit fit perfectly, tailored to his lean but toned frame.

His eyes, deep and reflective, mirrored the same darkness as his hair.

Between Power and Presence