The Guardian Of The Underworld Novels & Stories

The pages fall and I find a piece of paper stuck inside. It’s a translated section about Charon, the son of Erebus and Nyx, who ferried souls into the underworld. “I don’t get it. Why would Lucas—” I cut off as the realization hits me. “He was like a Gatekeeper to the underworld.”

“Why did the moon goddess send you to me?” “Finally, a good question.” Aurora lets go of Chanda’s hand and floats up in the air. “I am Aurora.” Her voice boomed while she twirled around mid-air. “Guardian of the Underworld realm. The place where lost and vengeful souls come to when they die. I am…” “Vengeful souls?” Chanda interrupted her. “I don’t understand.”

“You are not dead, My lady. I know you have a lot of questions about how that is possible, but I will let the king handle that.” I straightened, my heart spiking at the sound of that. I wasn't dead, so that's a plus, but a king? “The king? You mean like Satan? I asked, my voice shaky in fear that he may appear and behead me for calling his name since he was pure evil, but the ladies only let out giggles. “No darling. Hades is the king of the underworld. Some may call him the devil, but he’s simply the guardian of the underworld. There’s nothing to be scared of, dear. Your energy is almost as white as snow.”

She quickly scooped some more into her mouth and she felt her energy coming back to her, she didn't notice it but damn she was exhausted. "Now that you've regained your energy, sit down and listen I'll tell you everything you need to know" Elle nodded and sat down "For starters, you are still on Earth but in a different realm. A realm that no one in the human realm really knows about. This realm and most of the creatures in it are as old as the first human to exist, it's called the guardian realm because it exists to guard and protect the world, especially humans, yes! Humans" the tree said, and Elle looked at her skeptically

Sebastian and I love them dearly, and of course, my parents are thrilled to be grandparents. Sebastian and I have been helping Death with the underworld. It’s been an interesting ride working in the underworld. Death managed to build a bridge between his realm and the coven’s realm. Cerberus guards the bridge to make sure no unwanted visitors try to enter the underworld. So far, no one has had the balls to test Cerberus.

Carl tried to sum up “Yes that means the wizard didn’t just cast the spell of doom to save us but to also find a way into the underworld” George concluded. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ The gates of the underworld was opened up by the guardian and before the wizard could get in, he held his staff and stared at it for a moment. “Your staff is not enough to free up these souls that are here” the wizard looked at the guardian like he had grown two head. “The staff which you hold, has fought so many people, creatures, and even gods so don’t you dare underestimate it” the guardian handed over the staff to him and closed the gate before he could get in again.

My breast was pointing in invitation to him while the water coated my womanhood. "That wasn't mine!" I disputed unpleasantly but he didn't care about my complaint as he grabbed my full left breast in his hand. He jerked it up and down and did the same with the other one. "I won't take advantage of you without your permission. I will try to patch the confusion in your head. I have done many bad things but I do not have a hand in the death of your parents. Our lives were sealed when your parents betrothed you to me. I am your guardian, your mate, and the most important person in your life at the moment. You are my possession and you must care about losing me " he speaks every word with a sense

Not dead — he could not die — but sealed beneath the earth by chains forged in the fires of Olympus, guarded by flame, by blood… and by loyalty. That guardian was a creature unlike any other. Not man, not god. A beast bred of divine necessity. A hound with three heads, one soul. Cerberus. He stood watch at the threshold of the pit, eyes ever open, snarling at the shadows that stirred below. For centuries he endured, a silent sentinel at the Gate. But the Gate was never still. Shadows clawed at the edges, half-born things that slipped through cracks in the seal. They came in the shape of fear: swarms of wings, crawling flesh, the echo of screams made solid. And Cerberus met them all.

I glared at him. “It once did…” He shrugged. “The guardian of this gate is a Succubus; if we can avoid our primal instincts, we'll pass without having to fight.” “And the next one?” I snarled, observing the slow and painful healing of the paw. “Damn purgatory!” “It's a five-headed snake, the guardian of gluttony!” Lambert analyzed the wound, looking at me. “Good thing you feel more pain while recovering here!” “Sweet revenge, isn't it?” I snarled menacingly, knowing that he was relishing in my pain.

Chained with the same chain that used to restrain Fenrir, the elven chain. Forged by the elves that was designed to be unbreakable even by a God. Hades, the God of the underworld could not believe that he took Zeus’ bait. The daughter he had offered as a bargain to keep him from destroying his brother’s precious humans was the same reason why he was rotting in there. The most insulting part was that, he was imprisoned in his own domain and guarded by his own creatures of chaos. His beloved ghouls are half dogs, half humans. They now serve his wife. Those bastards will be the first to go if he gets out of here.