Percy Jackson Underworld Novels & Stories

Tess asked, her face scrunched up in curiosity. "Yes boss, our big boss is affiliated with the underworld, we got to hear a few stories about the ways of the underworld." Jim said gingerly as if he was happy to finally be useful to Tess. "From the stories we heard, this method of killing is used by the urchins, a notorious group in the underworld who are antichrist. Their shooting pattern resembles the pledge of the father, son and holy spirit. They shoot in that pattern to mock the lord. " Ruben frowned deeply. The situation got worse each time and Tess wouldn't let him interfere with matters relating to the underworld.

At twenty-one, Pera was untouched, pure, untouched, until tonight. "You ran into my world tonight, little virgin," Marcus growled, voice dark velvet over steel. His huge hand fisted the front of her soaked white sundress, the one that had clung to her curves like a second skin in the downpour. "No more running, I'm claiming what's mine." Pera trembled, heart hammering against her ribs. She had come to the city for a fresh start, only to collide with him, the most dangerous man in the underworld. One dance at his forbidden club had led here. "Marcus... I've never…"

Beyond power. Beyond everything she had been fighting for. And she let herself breathe. They were building something unshakable. But nothing remained unchallenged for long. A new name whispered in the underground—a force watching their rise, measuring their strength, preparing to test them. Selene and Darius weren’t just rulers now. They were targets.

“Her friend. Who are you?” She closed her eyes and the cracks in the earth between us began to close. “Persephone,” she said as she opened her eyes. “And this is Angelica’s mother. You will take us to where you believe they are going,” she said, nodding in the direction Zander had flown. “Persephone, as in, Queen of the Underworld?” I asked in disbelief. “More like the oldest immortal slave of the underworld,” she said as she placed a hand on the shoulder of Angelica’s mother. “Come on, we need to be going before the souls realize their captor is gone.”

But what no one knew was that our destinies can change any second, any day of the week. Friday night and nothing changed. It was past midnight when the underworld opened its gates to let the son of Hades to come out of his world and play with the reality of others. He was tired of the same routine and it was after a couple of years that he dared to make a visit to that bar. 00:23, that was the time he read on the watch on his wrist which, surely, was worth the price of the car where he was travelling around the city.

Fuck, I'd missed this. "The Underworld is broken down into regions," Dad began, gesturing with his hands as if drawing an invisible map. "The outer regions are what you might call our 'tourist attractions.' Anyone can visit, as long as they've got the juice to cross the boundary without turning into a crispy critter." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Tourist attractions? In Hell?" I snorted. "Where do you think Vegas got its inspiration from?" Dad grinned. "Exactly. In those outer regions, you'll find the tamest stuff. Lust sects, gambling dens, a dash of minor violence – you know, to keep things interesting. It's all fun and games until you cross the River Styx."

"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." I thrashed and writhed, but the iron found me over and over, searing my flesh until the pain choked the screams right out of my throat. After what felt like an eternity of burning, just as I was about to black out, they finally lowered me down. But I'd barely caught my breath when a sharp, stinging pain shot through my wrist. Giovanni had actually taken a knife to it, slicing it open, then shoving my hand into the sea. Blood swirled into the dark sea, staining it red.

Who would want to go into the underworld uninvited? A bleak world was what Lydia saw the minute her body landed on the other side. It was dark, like the sun never showed its face. Black clouds floated in midair and the screams of a million tortured souls could be heard from everywhere. Lydia almost changed her mind and turned back. But she didn't. She had to do this. She would do anything to make Kendrick hers. She continued into the underworld, past barren lands and scorched forests. After walking for what seemed like hours, she arrived at the entrance gates that led to Hades' throne. Her heart flew into her throat when she heard the loud angry and vicious growl of the three headed beasts.

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.

“If Julius finds out who is behind the attacks, I want you to take me dancing at a club.” Lucifer raises both eyebrows in surprise. “You like to dance?” “Of course! Unfortunately, none of the other losers I dated liked to dance, let alone go somewhere to dance. So, it was always me and the girls hitting up the clubs in the Underworld.” You know, since most clubs in the mortal realm wouldn’t allow underaged kids into their establishments. The Underworld has no rules regarding age. As long as you have money, they don’t care how old you are.