Here Comes The King Of The Underworld Novels & Stories

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

"Mission failed. You're going to be wiped out. Do you want to restart the mission and keep trying to save the underworld queen, Daniela Falcone?" I shook my head. "Just wipe me out." "Understood. Wipe-out protocol initiated. You have 72 hours left." I closed my eyes. The silence around me felt deafening. A second later, like a man possessed, I tapped open Luca Bianchi's livestream. He was broadcasting from the hilltop villa Daniela had bought for him. On screen, he stood at an easel mixing paints, an oversized shirt hanging off him and a hair tie looped around his wrist.

"King Elegast Ingalfur, I present you Princess Basilea of the great Concubi kingdom." I almost flinched at Nicodemus' introduction for me, the incubus didn't even mention my title correctly but I was not going to correct him. Cause there wasn't any concubi kingdom that I represent and this was all had been such a pleasant joke that I couldn't wait to go home to Armand's. I was about to protest when the king put his hand on my shoulder and welcome me to his side.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

Stab him in the head Rina said The anger I’d carried toward him suddenly felt… different but this wasn’t the same man I’d fought on the battlefield. This was someone completely broken. I sat against the opposite wall. “So” I looked around the gloomy cell. “Where exactly are we?” He was quiet for so long I thought he hadn’t heard me then he slowly lifted his head. His empty eyes met mine. One bitter smile crossed his face. “Hell princess.” The word lingered between us and for the first time since waking in this strange kingdom i realized he wasn’t speaking metaphorically. “And who was that?” I asked “The king of the underworld” he said

My father, Hades, had walked down the same aisle as I would. Being the ruler of the underworld, he’d always dedicated his time to serving as well as being served. Today, I will take his place as King and rule after him. I hear Karl’s booming voice announcing my entrance and the room quiets down instantly. I hear the bolts in the door screech as the heavy doors part to let me in. I hold my head up, my gaze settling on the massive throne on the podium in front of me.

Ayda's POV "Do you recognize her, Niko?" I eyed Sebastian, wearily wondering how he'd gotten on a first-name basis with not just any boogeyman of Eventide City but the king of them. Nikodemus Karras—Nightshade Karras, The Prince of the Underworld, The Scourge of Cerberus—was not anyone's casual acquaintance. Knowing the man's face meant one of three things: One, you were a mark of his, and he was coming to collect (which usually meant a person's imminent departure to cross the River Styx).

I took his arm, and as we entered the hall together, I asked, "Did you come here to enjoy the show or something?" "I came to see what the pathetic man you fell for looks like," Sebastian replied. Soon, the party started beneath the glittering chandelier that cast a glow on everyone. I spotted Rocco and Emilia. Things must've been pretty rough on him lately, for he looked extremely haggard.

Laughter erupted behind me, sharp and mocking. Zoey Sanders was furious and embarrassed, angry that I had humiliated her in front of everyone. She was the richest woman in Solaria, yet her fiancé was fighting in an underground ring for a prize worth barely a hundred thousand dollars, getting beaten bloody for it. I ignored her and turned back toward the backstage area. When I stepped into the octagon again, the arena lights suddenly focused on the iron cage across from me. A savage roar echoed through the stadium.