Novel & Cerita King Of The Underworld

Her youth, her career, her beauty, her love, even the years she spent raising the child she believed was her daughter. In return, Riven gave her nothing but betrayal. After years of marriage, Avenne discovers her husband has been secretly in love with another woman. Worse, the child she sacrificed everything to raise was never hers. When Riven looks her in the eyes and calls her fat, unattractive, and boring, Avenne realizes that the man she built her entire life around never valued her. Then, before she can even recover from the truth, the world changes. The ground splits beneath her feet, and Avenne falls into a strange and terrifying place known as the Underworld. Alone, frightened,

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.

Even though he had only used twenty percent of his maximum speed, it still took someone truly extraordinary to dodge it. Just as Lucas readied himself to launch a second attack, the shadow dropped to one knee on the concrete before him. "Highest respects to the Mafia King, 'The Obsidian Blade'!" declared the man, who was clad entirely in black. Thanks to his overwhelming strength, lethal precision in combat, and a thoroughly mysterious, unpredictable nature, Lucas had rightfully earned the terrifying moniker The Obsidian Blade. The title also served to distinguish Lucas from past mafia kings; his absolute power far surpassed that of any predecessor who had sat on the underworld throne.

“And you’re lucky you’re still alive.” Her sobbing started again, softer this time, more defeated. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. Letta crying. Roc disappointed. Marco disgusted. The Riccis laughing upstairs. Sara with a hammer. And me? Alone. Forgotten. A king without a kingdom. A leader without followers. A man without a future. And for the first time…I wondered if this room, this cold, stripped‑down box, was where I was going to die. ***Letta

Only I knew this was the prelude to his rage. Beside us, Ryder was already drenched in sweat. He never could have imagined that the Emilia he had trampled underfoot had transformed into the queen of the underworld, the Donna of the Vettori family. Seeing how close Zayn and I were, a crazed spark of jealousy, fueled by some unknown courage, flashed in Ryder's eyes. But he had just enough sense left to know that for the Conti family to survive, he had to swallow his pride and grovel like a dog.

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.

Hi everyone! In the interest of not taking away from the dialogue for excessive world-building, I made an index with the rules of this universe. In terms of Gods/Goddesses, I follow Greek mythology, but I’ve also taken pieces from different folklore and added my own twist. Underworld (There are a few realms/subrealms here, so if there's any confusion, let me know, and I will clear it up). Any being in the underworld is immortal but can be killed by ripping its head off and burning the body. They all wield dark magic but have unique powers.

He said sitting on the bed beside her. "What do you mean?" "You see sweetheart, your boyfriend is not a push over and Vincent is not as powerful as him. But me, I am the Underworld king of Italy. He cannot enter my premises without my permission." "Underworld king!?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion. "You don't know about me? Well that's understandable... You are just a little girl, an innocent Angel... How would you know about The Mafia King?" He said, smirking. "M- Mafia!?"

Regardless of how loud her voice is when excitement takes over her as she speaks, Lucius leered his attention to the outside world through the window and he went lost in his own abyss. He missed it all. He missed his powers, his brother, his kingdom… Everything. He wasn’t supposed to be next-in-line for the throne. It was supposed to be his older brother – Axl. Axl did become king after their father had passed but they had nothing to do; when the scroll started writing the prophecy on itself, Axl abdicated his position as the king of the underworld and passed his crown, throne, and kingdom to Lucius. He never wanted it. If the prophecy was more different – he

With a sudden, shift, my soldiers and I readied our stance as the approach of our King sounded. Nicolai James Mosrodic. The self-proclaimed King of the Underworld, Infera. Our city. Our prison. After all the time I had spent here, you would think I would be used to it by now. But no, the mere sound of its name, the very essence of its existence lived to stab me repeatedly, incessant and cruel.