Lords Of The Underworld Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with lots of curiosity, and it was starting to get disturbing. " Can we skip to the part where you test my blood? I have to watch a movie" I said agitated. I was already feeling mutant-y and a bonding session with two doctors wasn't exactly on top of my list at the moment. " I apologize for that, he's always that way" my dad jumped in and apologized respectfully. Mustache man who didn't appear annoyed by my demeanor waved his arm dismissively. " We won't take much if your time" he said whilst taking out a syringe and a small-sized glass tube, the kind we use in science labs. He also took out a glass bo

It should not be a big problem for the vanguard team moving forward, even without him for a while. The demon lord materialised. He looked like a typical handsome human, except for curly sheep horns at the side of his head. His eyes glowed yellow, reminding Zen of a reptile as he sat on his throne of bones. Lava dripped from the roof, and Zen watched his trapped party members standing on crumbling rock platforms when lava flooded the room. “Prepare to jump to the next rock,” Zen called out, studying the flow of rapidly flowing lava. The lava river pushed the rock plates around, and it would swallow them if they did not head to the other side of the land soon.

“Green..." She raised one eyebrow; he shut it. She wasn’t done. “You’re all lucky to be alive,” she said. “Don’t make me drag you down there myself.” Matteo sighed. Wolf muttered something under his breath. Salvatore gave me one last look like a promise, a reassurance, a warning before nodding and stepping back. GreenLee wasn’t done. “You’re all lucky to be alive,” she said. “Don’t make me drag you down there myself.”

"The elder must be helping Luna deceive you out of respect for her dead father. She must have used some scheme to trick this gentleman." She knelt beside Damien's chair, her voice taking on a pleading tone. "Think about it, Alpha. Little Ethan was safely in the core area. There were no alarms, no signs of rogue wolf invasion. How could he possibly die?" The elder's eyebrows shot up in disbelief at her audacity. "Young lady, are you suggesting I would lie about a child's death?" Sera ignored him, focusing entirely on Damien, whose breathing had become shallow and rapid. "And this elder," she continued, her voice growing bolder, "even if you're highly respected and represent the Alpha Council,

“Congratulations, Alaric. For passing the first level. You’ve leveled up.” I blinked. “Wait—leveled up? Is this some kind of game? Like a system? The ones I read about or watch?” “Call it whatever you wish. See it however you like. Just follow the instructions, and you might get to see your family.” I snorted. “Sounds like blackmail. Nice.” “And yet,” the voice said, “you continue walking forward.” “Yeah, yeah. So what are you? A god? An AI? …Wait, AI didn’t exist in the 12th century. Or—do they?”

Leonard moved towards me and removed the gag from my lips. “Remove her chains.” “But Alpha…” “Don't make me repeat myself.” Leonard proceeded to remove the chains on my body, and just as they were off, I pounced on him like a predator would its prey. My claws were out, and my vision was red as I rained punches on his face. I was pulled away from him by other warriors while two others dragged him out of the room, and once he was safely away from me, they, too, fled for their lives.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

But he didn't let them go far before shooting them all, watching with pure indifference as they fell to the ground. He glanced back at me, staring at me for a while, not saying anything. So I spoke first. “Who… Who are you? What do you want with me?” I questioned, waiting for an answer but before he said anything, my eyes strayed, observing him. And then I saw something. A red glove in one hand, a handgun that had an insignia of a Serpent coiled around a sword, and ruby eyes. This man… He was… “You're Alden Black Lombardi, the king of the Underworld. What… What do you want with me?”

Lola's eyes widened when she remembered how he would apolozise. 'This is how we apologise in the underworld' he told her after kissing her. "No need. You can go now" she muttered angrily. Dillon understood that they met earlier in the palace. His shoulders sagged with disappointment. "Sister Lola, have you met the new Lord of the underworld, Lord Lucas?" Dillon asked with a smile. When Lola heard that he is the new Lord of the underworld, she is shocked. "You are the new lord?" she asked with her eyes wide and mouth agap.

My father's power was formidable, and we needed all the help we could get to defeat him. As we descended into the depths of the Underworld, the air grew thick with the stench of brimstone and decay. We navigated through treacherous landscapes, avoiding the grasp of lurking demons and other malevolent creatures. Finally, we arrived at the throne room of the three rulers: Hades, the Lord of the Dead; Hel, the Queen of the Damned; and Anubis, the Guardian of the Gates. Their combined power was feared throughout the realms, and we hoped to gain their favor.