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

The faint glow of the fairy dust intensified as the Earth Spirit bore witness to the vow. Prince Ron scowled. Underworld? Who said he was going to the underworld? The underworld was for bad people, and he had always been a good person. Still, couldn’t the stupid Elf spirit pick a simpler punishment? If because of the oath, he gets thrown into the underworld for eternity, he would never be reincarnated. He would never see his beloved again. And even worse, that perverted weirdo, the Dark Lord, was in the underworld! Well, if the Elf spirit wanted to play dirty, he could too.

It was the same place where I had lost my life the first time; what if I lost it again for the second? No, I wouldn't allow that to happen. Come what may, I will get what I want no matter what. I have been prepared for this since the first day of my reincarnation, nothing else would prepare me better. I was already feeling tired, but I had to be relentless as I made my journey back to the Moonbeam pack in pursuit of my revenge quest. -Adonai- I did not know what was happening to me but it felt as if something was leaving me. It felt so real that my skin irritated me.

My neck was still attached to my head. My hands dropped from my neck to the bed, and I was shocked at how soft it was under my hand. The bed I've gotten familiar with after my reincarnation was a hard one. My eyes went to the bed and then the unfamiliar room. My face squeezed into a frown as I tried to remember how I got here. Then it all came rushing back to me, everything that happened after Azalea sent me back to my room. How I was accused by Piper of stealing Alpha Lothar's golden ring and how I found out that Alpha king Lothar was my second chance mate.

Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is wounded. A cosmic pulse erupts, the reborn world quaking, crystalline spires collapsing into radiant dust. A keeper-king awakens, its towering form radiating starlight, its hymn of dominion shaking the vale. “Elara’s fragments are mine!” it booms, its blade summoning a radiant army, their starlight hymns converging. The codex’s truth burns—the oracle’s ambition mirrors the king’s, a First Ones’ flaw reborn.

He was the king of the city and that gave him the right to have the first taste. He pushed away the girl who screamed at being neglected and marched to where Caterina was frozen in her place. He smirked when she racked his body with her eyes and gasped to see his dick, full mast and still glistening with the juices from the pussy he had dipped in for the past fifteen minutes. He saw how her pupils dilated and the flush increased on her cheeks. Her eyes drooped and her lips opened slightly. He could feel the warm breath leaving her mouth, that's how close he was standing to her.

I had a hard time believing what I heard. If my memory serves me right, there were two ways to get into the underworld. The first is with the help of snakes. This is how the kings move, and the circle of the elect, who received permission from the royal family to call the snakes out of necessity. The second is with the help of runners. Here it is a little more complicated, since the snakes move with the help of special gates, called transitions, or passages. But no matter how a person got there, it was impossible to return back! All variants of the passages sucked the life forces out of the little men and, as a result, only the corpse of the unfortunate appeared in our world.

I’m happy with my life in the underworld and that is certainly something I never thought would happen Chapter 33