King Of The Underworld Crossword Novels & Stories

I am no longer a lost princess. I am a Queen. Queen of the Underworld. ***

Andrew chuckled. "You all remember what was written on the treasure map, right? 'The Fallen Crimson Dynasty treasure… the Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen, the hell of the living.' "The Underworld Kingdom of the Dead, the bliss of the fallen—that sounds exactly like an underground empire, like Emperor Zenith's tomb. And in ancient times, only something like the royal tomb could be built on such a massive scale. At the very least, it had to belong to some insanely rich tycoon or a powerful warlord."

' Hela snorted. "She doesn't agree," I said and he laughed. "King Alexander it is a pleasure to see you again, you have a firecracker of a wolf here." He said shaking my Grandfather's hand. "She can give my demons a run for their money. if she is here, then I know trouble is ahead." Hubert said. "Indeed. Kari, this is Hubert Hades, the King of the Underworld. He looks after the Demons and the souls." Gramps said. "And this is King Vlad Dimitrios."

I AM SHOCKED when I open my eyes; you know how the books describe the underworld as dark, devoid of all life, and ransacked by restless souls? Yeah, that’s an outright lie. Instead, the underworld reminds me of Venice. From what I can see, four great rivers run through the underworld, and they’re joined together by a fountain that seems to be located right in the middle of the kingdom. Further off in the distance, I can see a castle made entirely out of white stone, although there are green vines with purple flowers that run up the palace walls.

Laila says, conjuring a pen and paper from thin air, “the God of Death and the Goddess of Life won a great victory against their father, the God of Darkness. They wrenched half of the planet away and made it their own Kingdom, the Underworld.” Laila draws a circle on the paper to represent a planet and draws a line clean through it. “This is the Underworld,” she continues, tapping her pen on one of the hemispheres and then gesturing to the wasteland around us to indicate that they’re the same. “But beneath it is the Deadlands.” Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface.

But, they fell into silence when the announcer held his mic again and started to speak. “From the side of our revered demon kings, we have our beloved Lord of the flies. He is one of the supreme rulers of Underworld; one of the powerful Archdemons to ever exist in face of Creation. The gods and goddesses refer to him as a dangerous existence which is his name only is enough to inflict fear among these gods. Actually, he hardly needs an introduction because everyone knows him. He is no other than, King Beel-ze-bub!” the announcer loudly stated, emphasizing the name of the fearsome demon king. He moved his right hand, pointing to the entrance of the arena.

This got the attention of the other gods there in the underworld and they started to appear, demanding an explanation! As King Rryan transformed into his true form, the grandson of Camazotz, the air thickened with anticipation. The underworld creatures cowered, acknowledging their ruler's descendant. The other gods of the underworld emerged from the shadows, drawn by the epic battle. Ah Puch, god of death, appeared beside Ixchel, goddess of fertility. "What transpires here?" Ah Puch, demanded, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. Ixchel's gaze settled on Kira, her expression unreadable. "A demon threatens the balance."

THE underworld is located in a place called Eastfox. Normal people cannot see it because it remains invisible to them using Amara's strong magical power. The three of us went there by riding a longer branch. My power propelled our transportation while Ate Clara kept us invisible from the eyes of normal people. Kuya Vince guided us to reach that place. He even managed to eat fries during our journey. What a different kind of man he is?!

But I press on, "She's alive, for now, but if you want to see her again, you will do exactly as I say" He laughs, slow and unamused "Is that so?" I quickly hang up before he could say anything. Else, my heart would explode. Did I sound convincing? He must be panicking or maybe gone mad with rage, tearing the city apart to get his hands on me. He is Lorenzo De Luca, the king of the underworld, no one dared flex a muscle in New York without his knowledge. Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him,

Then we reached a corridor built from black stone tablets, each carved with names of minor officials who had died refusing bribes, lost cases, or convenient lies. The Underworld seal warmed. [Buried Civic Court detected.] [Status: dormant.] A small god, a kitchen, a badge, or a ledger proved the world had texture beyond the main plot. Someone in the back whispered a prayer and then apologized for it. Nothing in the room felt decorative; every object could become evidence, weapon, offering, or witness before the next breath.