Reincarnation Path Of The Underworld King Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Well, he was a man with bad character so I guess he was much better off to be in this kind of place. Having enough rest, I started to walk forward again. With a grimace, I stared at the seemingly unending columns of streetlights. I just hoped that I would find a kind person to bring me back to Julian’s bar. Letting out a heavy sigh, I still strode forward because that was the better choice I had at the moment. Going back to that mansion would only be a complete nightmare. But what would I do if that person was actually the vessel of Arsen? I mean… my grandmother said that there was no specific way to know where Arsen’s soul had gone into. She only stated that if I meet that human vessel, I w

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

He was still anxious when he thought of that ghastly nightmare. Davian and Felicity were both drunk in Club Enigma, and the music in the room was deafening. Felicity collapsed on the couch, eyes closed, but could still sing along with a few lines. Davian collapsed next to her, completely blacked out. A man was sitting in a dark corner. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, like Hades, the ruler of darkness. He gently swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, and the dark shade of red that was reflected in his eyes made them blood-red. He stared at the glass for a long time, and suddenly sneered, his expression cold. 'That woman's heart is cold and hard, like a rock. I can never cha

Wait, I have to sort things out! If I know who I am and I know how the story will go, I can save myself and live out my remaining years! I can't just give up. I am not that type of girl! Right. I just have to stay alive. It’s not an impossible task, right? I mean, I literally wrote this book! I wrote this fictional world that I live in. So what if I reincarnated into a side character who’s meant to die on the first five chapters at her 18th birthday?

He looked extremely indignant, but eventually his eyes shut and he collapsed to the ground heavily, stirring up a huge column of dust. "Dea... dead?" The surrounding turned quiet all of a sudden as everyone stared at the Corpse King lying on the ground. Even though he was no longer emanating any aura, no one dared to walk near his corpse. Yu Yifeng sighed. "Since the beginning of time, emperors, kings, generals and important ministers all felt dissatisfied. If Rancorous Qi had gathered in one's throat as one passed, one would turn into a zombie sustained by Rancorous Qi, deathly aura and calamities in Nature. One would then become an undead that would exist aside from the Six Paths of the th

He finds Gina on her Porch going through an old book, seemingly deep in thought and is startled when he talks next to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You seem deep in thought?" He ask and she smiles at him "The work of a witch never ends Alpha, there will always be something new that challenges us. Like that poison the king ingested. There is no information about that in any of my books, we got lucky with the antidote we prepared." Gina says frowning. She is deeply concerned about what is happening in the underworld.

Flashback Al stood in a state of injury and bathed in blood, the forest and the ground around him was shattered filled with blood and tens of thousands of corpses. Most of the corpses were humans and then vampires, there was also a vampire king named Victor who had died in front of Al. Not only that, there were also undead in the form of shattered skulls. There was a black fog slowly spreading around Al, the plants that were hit died instantly and turned to ashes. Meanwhile, the corpses turned into zombies that moved like mindless.

"Why bring me here? Why not let me rest? I'm supposed to be dead... buried six feet under the cold fucking earth, forgotten in some godforsaken cemetery. That's what was supposed to happen. This? This is not supposed to happen. No, no, no..." Nyx nodded. "Indeed. You were supposed to be dead. Your story should have ended there, buried in the darkness. But fate has its own plans, Carmen. You've been given another chance, though not without its trials and challenges." Carmen let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with mockery as she dropped her hands and glared at Nyx. "A second chance?" she spat. "Is that what you call this? Being ripped from my death and thrown into some twisted world wh

“What if you had another chance? Another life? Another chance at life?” I stared at her, feeling breathless. “Is that possible…can I be reborn?” She nodded. “Yes, for all the kindness you've done in your lifetime and for the unjust way in which you died, I'll grant you another shot at life. Whatever you choose to do with this life will be your choice…” “Yes!” I said at the top of my voice wiping away the tears with the back of my hand. “Yes…I want to go back,” Her eyes glowed brighter, “If that is what you wish, then return back to the moment that changed it all.”

After that she excused herself knowing her, I knew she was going out to let out some screams. "And I am Alaric," another voice came after with his hand stretched, reluctantly I took the hand of the man behind who is now in front of me. His voice even deeper and his hands cold. His aura is even stranger than that of the Devil's. "I have heard a lot about you," his words took me by surprise. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the devil trying to stretch his hands too. "How about I show you around if somebody hasn't yet...sir?" I said to Alaric who smiled with only a single brow arched. Of the three men in front of me, he appears the strangest with his direct eye contact.