Novel & Cerita King Of The Underworld Greek

"I know why Jack called me Helen of Troy. Men fought wars over her extraordinary beauty after she was kidnapped. She's a troublemaker. Like me. Why did you call me Persephone instead?" I ventured, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I looked for more reasons to believe I mattered to him. "In Greek mythology, Hades is the God of the underworld. Persephone is —" "His wife," I said, blushing furiously as the obvious dawned on me.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

They were closing in on him. A knife thrown at him missed by just an inch before he slipped through the narrow hidden door, into the underground basement. The door shut after he passed through and was camouflaged by a stony wall. The basement was one of King Silas' punishment rooms for his omega slaves. Lan panted heavily as he bent to catch his breath. He was sure he wouldn't be found. Once dusk fell, he would pack his things and flee from Hericon. He looked around the room which smelt like leather. He had actually never been inside here. He only led the omegas to the entrance and the king received them inside.

By the time I reached the top of the crane, she had already turned her back on me, walking away with the man she loved. Once again, I watched her retreating back—only this time, Luca was at her side. Giovanni lit a cigarette and cast a sidelong glance up at me. "Do it." A red-hot branding iron slammed against my skin. I couldn't hold back the shriek that tore out of me. "Just kill me!" He shook his head. "Killing you quick wouldn't settle the score for my dead brothers. I'd rather take my time breaking you. I want everyone in the underworld to see that Daniela isn't untouchable."

XXIV–Beginning of an End He was known by many names. Hades–God of the Underworld, King of Hell, Lord of the Dead; the adjudicator of souls, father of shadows and the wealthiest of the gods–had lived since the fall of the elder gods, the Titans, since the dawn of humanity and he does not take surprises lightly. Not many may have known but the eldest Olympian God actually possessed the rare gift of foresight regarding the fates of those who are about to be brought forth to his realm, those who are already dying, how and when will they die.

He cut his friend off as he stood straight, letting out a sigh from his lips and stared at her. There was a pursed smile on her face, a triumphant one and before he could ask what had happened, a voice bellowed out, "Persephone!" What? She turned her head around, a bright happy smile on her face as she said, "Achilles." Persephone? Was she- Was she the god of the Underworld's wife? The Achilles in question was holding unto two horses, one black and one white, a frown on his face with a scar on his left eye, not so visible but there.

Her eyes were rolled back as she looked into my eyes. "I think it's finally time for you to be put in your place Serafina," I said with a loud voice that seemed to echo as I spoke. "Elysia," I heard Serafina gag as I pressed harder on her neck. A scoff escaped my lips and I almost broke into a laugh. "You might be wondering, I am the Luna goddess. And I don't appreciate all your efforts to try to wipe off the werewolves, you seem to be forgetting that they are completely under my protection, you can't do as you wish and get away.

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.

“The Frostcalibur, also known as the Sword of Justice. This legendary cursed blade was given by the Adentus of the Underworld.” “Adentus of the Underworld? You mean the Demon King?” “Arth …” Jade rubbed his forehead. “If we have the High King in Galadhor, they also have the Demon King. If we worship gods here in our world, they also have a god in the Underworld.” “I see,” Arth smiled apologetically, “So the blade is cursed?”

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”