Reincarnation Path Of The Underworld King Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

It gave me a sudden chill that I took a few steps back. “Nothing... I just came for a quick break. How about you, princess? How could the next ruler of Oliviland be out here in the human realm?” I could not help but look down again. “I came to look for the...” I gulped. “I am looking for the human vessel where Arsen's soul is trapped in.” “That is so sweet of you, princess. Did you find him?”

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.

The meaning of immortal is the fresh body of a long-lived or immortal being. "Do your job!" The Dark King stood up from his throne and ordered his subordinates. "Ready!" They answered in unison and the Dark Lord immediately disappeared after receiving the answer. "Listen!" shouted the girl who was one of the Dark Lord's underlings to their troops. "All of you are now under the leadership of the Dark King! No matter whose bloodline, he wants to resurrect the Queen," he said. The demons and undead remained silent as the Dark King's underlings made their speech.

"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.