Mythological Underworld Novels & Stories

“That document has a lot of data I received from a team of archaeologists from the other world that lady Aurelia sent here to help us uncover the secret in that underground space where we found a lot of mummified corpses.” “Yes… except it's not corpses… They still live and could feel and be aware of anything that had happened around them!” Fatty said with a pale face, this unbelievable fact just blew his mind. “Yes, I just received this report half an hour before this meeting, but from the archaeologist team's theories. They said that these people should be the first civilization in our world, back then our world was much much richer in spiritual qi and had an environment rivaled the heavenl

I guess this is it, I made it to hell, the bottomless pit, the great void space, the netherworld, the abode of the dead, the land of the dead, the infernal regions, the great inferno, the nether regions, the abyss. The abode of the damned, eternal damnation, eternal punishment, perdition hellfire, fire and brimstone, Gehenna, Tophet, Abaddon, Sheol, Hades, Tartarus, Acheron, Avernus, Niflheim, literary the pit, the shades archaic, the lower world, the great place of misery, purgatory, world of torture, agony, torment, nightmares, ordeal, trauma, suffering, affliction, anguish, wretchedness, woe, trials and tribulations.

Sadly, I was not able to make him suffer, but at least he was gone. It destroyed me to hear everything she had suffered here. It hurt even more to know what the fucker had wanted to do. How could someone be so fucking sick? If there was one consolation in it all then it was that he would be suffering for eternity in the underworld. That was the God, Hades, jurisdiction. The supernaturals who were deemed unfit to enter the hereafter in the Godly Realm were sent to eternal damnation in the underworld. There was no way in fuck that that he was not there right now.

Thorne pointed out, "but it's like having another identity with memories and a life of its own. My hound allows me to see his memories at times. I know that he was a guard of Tartarus." At this, Julian's head whipped in Thorne's direction with interest, "As in the prison of the underworld mentioned in Greek Mythology?" Thorne nodded, "You'd be surprised how many myths actually hold some facts to them. The place is reserved for the supernaturals that are the worst of the worst."

His tone was soft as if coaxing a kid throwing a tantrum. "Our Lord Hades is the greek god of the Underworld, commonly called in the human tongue as hell, but it is not as scary as people makes it seem. After a person's death their soul reaches the Underworld and they are judged for their deeds and sent to the afterlife they are worthy of. I understand this might be very confusing for you-" "I know of greek myths." My voice was raised but not from rage but frustration. "How long have you been following me to be so thorough, did you really go through my search results?

Ryan looks at his friend and continues reading. - Underneath the hell created by the human God, there is a place called Tartarus. The original underworld, where the great God Hades resides. It is to Tartarus that all evil creatures, born under the sky where the Moon Goddess reigns, go. Unlike hell, Tartarus has a door, through which Hades leaves and creatures that dare to risk can enter. - The door that the title talks about is to the underworld. – Lucifron says with his head down.

“In there, we will have a plan, and we will gather allies for the war that will be coming upon us. Make sure your loved ones make it safely through the abyss into the underworld.” That was not much comfort to the troll. What Robah knew of the underworld did not reassure him. The underworld was the land of the dead, the netherworld, from which no one returned. It was said that the mouth of that land was never satisfied, and the shades of the dead rested on a bed of maggots where the worm did not die. Andrew mumbled, “The feral attack has been suppressed for a while, but their rebellion has begun.”

'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me. ''You love books, don't you?'' He commented as he weaved his way through shelf after shelf of books, following Lachesis. ''No, just mythological books,'' I replied ''The underworld is the source of all mythological books and stories.'' Hades huffed. ''Are you not serious?'' I asked in disbelief. ''Do you know the myth of Cerberus?'' He asked. ''Of course. He's the Greek hellhound. It's one of the most famous myths'' I replied.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

"He was one of the heralds of the apocalypse, aside from the Four Horsemen and all that crap. He is Sitan." "The Philippine God of Hell?" Alice asked. "Yeah," Roberto replied. "He ruled the ancient underworld, located above Hades' own hell. It wasn't to be confused with the Judeo-Christian Hell which was located on another realm." Nagar's boldness was repressed after hearing what Roberto said. He glanced at Alice as if she knew a thing or two. The Sergeant, although scared, remained stoic. "You're bluffing." She said. "There are monsters, sure, and you all proved that Demons also exist. But there was no way that mythological gods existed--"