Queen Of The Underworld Book Novels & Stories

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.

Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!” “Fuck you,” Alastor snapped, feeling his cheeks growing warm. “Aw, love you too, man!” “But don't you see, Alpha?” Sean demanded, “The eyes, the shadows, hell that sword: she looked and acted like she might be... Proserpina.” "Wait… the underworld's queen?" Harry blurted out. “No moron, that's Queen Persephone,” Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.”

I will make sure I manipulate those bitches , they will all know who is the rightful owner of being the ruler " she smirked as she roamed around the big library, I will be just like the respectable former queen angela and hee husband , respected by all the lands of the minor rulers. She took out a book without even looking at it , it was now on her arms when she started to open it the title read " your doom" but Ariel smirked .. but after she started reading the first few chapters , she got bored and she wanted to close the book but the book opened itself up to a certain page " the subtitle read you are just a puppet "

I AM SHOCKED when I open my eyes; you know how the books describe the underworld as dark, devoid of all life, and ransacked by restless souls? Yeah, that’s an outright lie. Instead, the underworld reminds me of Venice. From what I can see, four great rivers run through the underworld, and they’re joined together by a fountain that seems to be located right in the middle of the kingdom. Further off in the distance, I can see a castle made entirely out of white stone, although there are green vines with purple flowers that run up the palace walls.

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

But with a book, there was never any end. London announced her presence with her light footsteps. She sat on the other couch, in a pair of black leggings and a pink sweater. Dunbar brought her clothes on his return trips to the island, and he outfitted her with clothing that clung to her curves perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I kept picturing my hand fisting it as I shoved my cock into her mouth. Now that days had passed, I was eager to fuck her again. Without even trying, she had a naturally beautiful face. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds in a treasure chest. Her fair skin reddened easily under my palm. I wondered if her ass would have the same reaction. I kep

I whispered. Ozana stepped farther into the chamber slowly. “No time for explanations.” One elder pointed toward me immediately. “She killed somebody.” “Yes,” Ozana said calmly. “Because this is bigger than one death.” The room went dead silent again. “What do you mean?” Ozana’s eyes lifted toward me carefully. Then... “She carries the blood of Asha.” Every witch froze. My stomach tightened immediately. “The Queen of the Night,” Ozana finished quietly. “The Hybrid Queen.”

I say, even though my heart is racing now. "I am Nyxara. How dare you speak to me like that?" Nyxara's voice booms through the bathroom, echoing off the tiles like thunder trapped in a box. Her hair floats like living smoke, black tendrils curling towards the ceiling. "I am Nyxara," she snarls again, her lips peeling back to reveal fangs that weren't there a second ago. "Queen of the Underworld. Sovereign of Irkalla. Mother of shadows and end of light."

It'd probably feel amazing, right? After delivering the items, I quickly fled the place. After all, I was still a virgin and had no desire to become a tool for their lust. I moved on to the next household. But to my surprise, this one only had a single male occupant. When I arrived at his place, he was idly playing with his own manhood. It stood up tall and proud, even thicker than the last man's. My breath caught in my throat. Was he even human? It was bigger than a bull's!

The demons along the way saw Alpha Levi and everyone was terrified, hastily abandoning their tasks and fleeing, dispersing the ghost souls in the Underworld Palace, spreading the news throughout the Underworld Palace. By the time Levi reached the King of the Underworld’s palace, the King of the Underworld, thin and short, was preparing to hide under the table. Levi stepped forward, truly uninvited, and smashed the King of the Underworld’s table with a single blow. The King of the Underworld was hit by the debris on the table on his head, constantly screaming in pain as he crawled into a corner, curling up on the ground, looking innocent: “Alpha Levi! Why are you here again? Didn’t you say yo