Here Comes The King Of The Underworld Novels & Stories

“You give him little credit for what he is capable of. He is the King of the underworld and the ruler of the dead. He is more in tune with wisdom and strategies for mass destruction than you are aware of. Tell him all will be ready by sunset tomorrow.” Upon hearing the witch’s words, the three souls leave her temple, wary of their demise if they stay any longer in the living realm. Once they are a safe distance from the temple, in a hidden spot away from the eyes of all mortals, they open the portal to the underworld, step into it, and prepare themselves to face their king. They have to relay the information regardless of how he would take it, so fear blooms in their hearts at the thought of

They called him the King. King of the underworld. He was a being to be feared and worshipped as he was born from darkness. He has sinned, he has crushed and ruined. He has killed. There was blood on his hands. He carried that aura to haunt the souls of living beings. He was a trickster and manipulative, but he was loyal too. He was loyal and kind to those who kept their belief in him. He would die for them and won’t hesitate to slaughter for them. Of all, he was Don of Italy and Valentine Romero was his name. Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave.

he groaned against her collarbone. "Always," Zara breathed, her hands sliding down his broad, heavily scarred back, anchoring him completely to reality. The Kensington family thought they were inviting a lamb to the slaughter. They had absolutely no idea they had just summoned the King and Queen of the underworld straight to their front door.

“Perfect. Thank you, Kai.” “Now, where do I go to start my training?” He asked excitedly. “It’s far from here. Have you ever heard of a place called the Underworld?” His eyes widened. “Yes, but how do I get there? Better yet, how did you come from there? Are you a demon?” He asked him. No fear seemed to come from him, just curiosity. “No, I am not a demon, Kai. I am Balthazar, the king of the Underworld.” I was expecting him to look at me in fear. I was sure he had heard the stories of me. But instead, he looked disappointed.

I whispered to Athena, now being utterly aware of the large room full of people and species I had only read about. “Those are demons. You find them here in the Underworld that serve their King, the father of the baby. “Hades.” My mouth opened to ask another question, but a woman, assuming the mother, Parisa, was standing at the top of a grand staircase decorated with gold, silver with hints of red and black. My hand tightened around Athena as Parisa stood by the intimidating, slightly scary looking King of the Underworld holding a tiny baby.

After that she excused herself knowing her, I knew she was going out to let out some screams. "And I am Alaric," another voice came after with his hand stretched, reluctantly I took the hand of the man behind who is now in front of me. His voice even deeper and his hands cold. His aura is even stranger than that of the Devil's. "I have heard a lot about you," his words took me by surprise. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the devil trying to stretch his hands too. "How about I show you around if somebody hasn't yet...sir?" I said to Alaric who smiled with only a single brow arched. Of the three men in front of me, he appears the strangest with his direct eye contact.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

The demons along the way saw Alpha Levi and everyone was terrified, hastily abandoning their tasks and fleeing, dispersing the ghost souls in the Underworld Palace, spreading the news throughout the Underworld Palace. By the time Levi reached the King of the Underworld’s palace, the King of the Underworld, thin and short, was preparing to hide under the table. Levi stepped forward, truly uninvited, and smashed the King of the Underworld’s table with a single blow. The King of the Underworld was hit by the debris on the table on his head, constantly screaming in pain as he crawled into a corner, curling up on the ground, looking innocent: “Alpha Levi! Why are you here again? Didn’t you say yo

But when he lifted his hand, he saw it—a faintly translucent form, no longer human. “I’m… dead?” A realization dawned just as a fearsome figure appeared before him. It was the grim and terrifying visage of the King of the Underworld. Lucas’ emotions swelled—not with fear, as the King had anticipated, but with a wild, unbridled joy that bordered on madness. “I knew it! I knew it!” Lucas cried out, his voice frenzied, his expression wild with a strange, desperate hope. The King of the Underworld furrowed his brows, momentarily speechless. With a wave of his hand, he halted Lucas mid-step as the man stumbled forward, trying to reach him.

The man in a suit who follows behind her—Lord Damon, the king of the underworld outside, but her possessive slave in private! She had once saved the young Damon from the brink of death, and he had offered her his heart, soul, and body to the older woman in return. He had sworn to protect her, so he made sure to take over and control the dark side of the world and that is how he became the king of the underworld who terrifies the world, makes people kneel in respect and anyone who touches his person sheds blood! But the underworld king who terrifies the world could be seen kneeling in front of a soft and weak older woman with her leg on his chest as he bowed while removing her heels gently.