Novel & Cerita The Deathworlders

Be of an alpha bloodline, be fully mated to a mate of your choosing (though true mate is preferred), and Be present when the reigning alpha hands off the title or dies. That is how Alpha Johnathon could steal my father’s pack and my brother’s birthright. The one asinine rule surrounding the alphas in the werewolf world is that when an Alpha dies, and his heir is not mated and of age, the pack will pass to the nearest, highest-ranking mated alpha — Enemy or not. Alpha Johnathon killed my parents at our annual birthday ball for Caleb. “Yes, we aren’t really kept informed,” I smile shyly at him. “Well, the gist of it is, I am the acting alpha since my father is sick.”

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

All attacks on him will be punished with death. Don't know how long it took, Tadhg Walter around, no Divine Overlord existed, no one attacked him again. Between killing and killing, the universe is empty. The small and weak race, in the distance, breathed, then reached another race, now trembling, it is not clear, in this Creatureverse plane, how does it appear so terrifying in. But they all remember this humanity, remember this race. Tadhg Walter moved his body, didn't say anything, his eyes were darting around the Divine Overlord on his body.

All sides of the underworld gathered to witness the games, which will determine the underworld's new queen. Four presences materialized beside me, Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence, and all bowed to me. Nodding my head in acknowledgement, they were the horsemen of doom, lethal and immortal. They serve the King of the Underworld, and they will destroy, alongside me, the worlds, when the timing is right.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

she said watching his body language. “Yes of course.” He said looking at her. “He’s one of the elites of the underworld, there are four of them. Sin, torment, Anguish and Death.” He said looking forward. “We’ve dealt with them rarely, so we don’t know a lot about them. We know they start wars, invite plagues, they merge the realms together.” He said looking back at her. “They are not someone you want to mess with if you cant deal with a lot of pain and suffering.” “I don’t want any of that to happen, how do I stop it?” she said looking at him.

' "If it is an ancient, then they're different from any that I've met. Not only that, but there's a good chance they made a deal for power." In this world there are various races that have the ability to make one stronger instantly, but for a price. They are often referred to as arbiters. Death had familiarized himself with all of these species because they tended to prey on humans. Humans were one of the weakest races in the Otherworld, and if they explored the world it wasn't unlikely they would eventually be approached with promises of power. The sound of a book being closed on Lucifer's side was followed up by the clear thud of a heavy book hitting a desk.

’ I snap at them and fall back in my seat. I watch as werewolves and vampires are killed as they try to protect the children, giving them a chance to flee. The witches cast as many spells as they can, managing to kill one of the Deathworms and a few of the Minotaur. The once beautiful and lush world of Mysteria is now devastating to look upon, with fires and dead everywhere.

When they were about to exit the alley, the guard who had full, pale lips and big, brown, round eyes spoke. “There are three of those creatures -” “Tyronimics, that's what they're called.” “Those tyr - tyronimics. There are three of them. I saw them with their monstrous heads before I came into the chamber to warn you all, and I saw them again, also, when we all ran in here. This is Armageddon, the apocalypse! The world is coming to an end.” With that, he went on his knees in a dramatic way - the centre of attention.