Semira Underworld Novels & Stories

UNDERWORLD HADES' PALACE Eros- the god of Lust and love striked on the door of underworld. It had been eons and since then nobody dared to visit this deserted place in the cosmos, the one to abruptly visit previously was Selene and now the second would be this god said to rule the hearts of maidens and even some nymphs. A loud growl seem to stop his advances as fiery red eyes stared at his skull in agitation- Cerberus...the protector of underworld.

Crimson, everywhere the eyes could see was nothing but crimson. The burning blaze of the underworld painted the sky and the demonic creatures flew by cooing in their coarse vocals. This was the underworld, a place where demonic creatures ruled and in the far distance was a castle. The castle belonged to none other than Lilianith, the current queen of the underworld and the queen of devils. “Mi'lady you have a call from your sister.” The servant of the castle addressed Lilianith who was sitting on her throne playing with the skulls that laid beneath her feet.

Ace conceded before giving his attention to Jericho and me, "It's good to see you guys have finally pulled your heads out of your asses. How does the fresh air smell?" "Fuck off," Jericho scowled at his brothers, "what's in the cooler?" "A gift," Gunnar handed over the cooler to Jericho who had confusion riddling his features. He held the red container with one arm and proceeded to open the lid with his free hand. The moment the lid cracked open a foul stench bombarded my senses. Out of morbid curiosity, I edged closer so I could see what exactly gave off that unpleasant smell but what I saw had me gagging on bile which caught in my throat.

"In the hundreds and thousands of years that you've dwelled on this earth, how many times have you shown mercy? How many times did you listen to someone beg for their lives or the lives of their loved ones? How many humans did you consume who asked for the same mercy?" "We know the truth!" I yelled, concerned that we had to be swift since Paul had drastically limited our time. "Many of you know that Alexis, my First Lieutenant, and I were sent to the Underworld as punishment. But what you don't know is that while we were there we had a child. He was born in the Underworld. He is a seer like The First Mother, She-Who-Is-First!" It was becoming difficult to speak above the crowd because of the

These full-blooded werewolves were attacking her anytime they wanted. As a part of Omega—who were treated as slaves all the time—, Amara became the most unfortunate creature in their territory, not only because her father was born as an Omega, but also her mother was a mere human, and so, this made her a half-human and a half-werewolf. The higher ranks in their community were despising this and thus, considering it a taboo.

None had dared speak the name meant to wake it. But Sirelia did. She whispered: “Seren.” The urn erupted. Not with fire, but with everything Elara had tried to bury. Screams. Memories. Visions of old gods, of drowned kingdoms, of a bloodline cursed to repeat its ruin. The sky choked on it. The stars turned red. Raisa stumbled back, choking on wind that smelled of betrayal and centuries. “What did you do?” Sirelia’s smile was not cruel. It was sad. Final.

Melissa felt a soft vibration with her whole body, in one moment everything faded, filled with blackness, and just as quickly acquired colors. - Hm. Without opening her arms, she looked around. “Is this the Underworld?” she asked disappointedly. What did you expect to see, Mila? Creepy black buildings hidden behind high fences with sharp peaks, seething lava in the earth's rifts, ditches, dirty, exhausted people dragging shackles along the stone pavement with a roar, or perhaps demons having sex with each other in front of everyone? - Maybe yes. “The latter was the closest to the idea of ​​the life of demons.

The constant, low-grade terror that had been their normal life began to recede, replaced by a tentative wonder. For the adults, it was a time of planning and painful recovery. Liora spent hours with Anya and the elders, learning everything she could about the Citadel's underlevels from their ancient, hand-drawn maps. The stories spoke of the "Root-Rivers," a network of natural aquifers and geothermal vents that snaked beneath the Citadel's foundations. The Rememberers believed one of these rivers ran directly beneath the First Garden.

“The place it was made.” The tremor deepened into a rumble. The cracked altar split apart, revealing a stairway descending into the earth — carved from the same ancient stone that lined the ruins above. Kaelen cursed under his breath. “Of course there’s a door to the underworld.” Serenya managed a faint, humorless laugh. “You can stay here if you’d like.” He offered her a sharp look. “Not a chance.” They stood side by side at the edge of the opening. Below them, faint red light pulsed like the beat of a heart. The wind from below carried whispers — too soft to understand, too persistent to ignore.