Queen Of The Underworld Book Novels & Stories

she asked with worry clearly written over her face. "Hahahh ...!! of course, they won't ... my dear." he replied with a low chuckle. "Ok, now ask me whatever you want to .." As soon as these words left his lips, the lady got merrier and shot him with a row of questions asking all the things to which he made her paused and said that he would answer one by one . "First, the book is from heavens and it belonged to the first non- nominal werewolf king Ozouf when our clan was founded by moon goddess. It is a magical book and have everything related to the royals and some others who are deeply connected with the werewolves."

“I’m yours. Only yours. And I’ll burn the worlds if anyone touches you.” Kael struggled, growling, but the power was absolute. Lilith’s eyes blazed silver, defiance screaming, but she had to retreat for the first time. And then the floor beneath us trembled violently. A deep, guttural roar echoed through the underworld — the consequences of awakening fully. Something ancient stirred below, the underworld itself acknowledging its new queen. Malik grabbed me, holding me close as the smoke and fire wrapped around us. “This… this is only the beginning,” he said, voice rough with emotion.

He was navigating the city beneath the city and there were no maps for that. Finally they came out of the Blackwall tunnel. “So,” said Dennis. “This Underworld, it’s a club, yeah?” “It’s the domain of Erishkigal, Queen of the Underworld.” “Queen of the Underworld, so it’s a gay club then?” “She was married to Gugalanna, but he’s dead now.” “Right, that’s a pity.” “She eats clay, drinks water, and her sexual appetite is insatiable. When the death god Nergal visited her they copulated for six whole days and when he left, on the seventh, she was still not satisfied.”

I am no longer a lost princess. I am a Queen. Queen of the Underworld. ***

Ashe’s visions, past and present. She plucks another book from close by and opens that one. Again, all I see are blank pages, but she skims the open book like she is reading. “This one is about the duke of deception. A Duke who ruled the army of the underworld's war god. The moon goddess granted him a second chance after spending a millennium in hell as a destroyer. The moon Goddess sent him to our realm to watch over us.” “There’s so many,” I breathe out taking in the thousands upon thousands of books that lined the hall. “It would take ten lifetimes to read them all, and I’m sure that wouldn’t be long enough.”

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

“Come here, Queen Patrea.” Patrera looked at me, and I raised the hand that was holding hers before I guided her nearer to Hades, only letting her hand go when she took Hades’ hand while everyone inside the banquet was holding their breath in silence. Hades let go of her hand before he lifted his hands in front of him, and flames surfaced from them before they disappeared, replaced with a simple gold crown with a red gem, almost similar to the one on Patrea’s finger. “[The Underworld had never been blessed with a queen for the longest time. Perhaps because demons were deemed unworthy of love, but you, Queen Patrea, took a big risk by embracing one, thus embracing all of the Underworld.]”

“She’s Queen, mated to King Edric. But she has no wolf. Yet she commands magic unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Fire. Water. She’s strong, but it’s more than strength. It’s like the realm itself listens to her.” Kala paused. Then, slowly, she pulled an ancient book from the shelf—bound in dragonhide, sealed with obsidian wax. “You’re not the first to speak of her,” she whispered. “Two thousand years ago, in another realm—older than Earth, older than the stars we see now—there was a Queen. A being of wolf and celestial blood. She was not born; she was created.” I stiffened. “The Moon Queen, wasn’t it?”

Nature punished her with death. Ursula went to the earth, to get back the witches who were living on the earth to Athmovezher lands. While, a greedy king who was an Annora, leading the kingdom, sensed the presence of witches on his lands. From history books he heard, mating with a witch and if he gets her pregnant with his child, his child would be born with exceptional beauty and will have supernatural powers. And his kingdom would be strong. The Greedy King doesn't know that his sinful desires would cause a great calamity to Mankind and nature that could possibly cause great destruction. And again, even if he knew... he didn't care as he was blinded by his desires.