The Guardian Of The Underworld の小説・ストーリー

Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers. “Just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything.” I pleaded. “Sorry, but we can’t let you leave. You are the Keeper of the Dragon Stone and Cyran is your mate and guardian. “Excuse me?” I blanched at them, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.” “There's a new goddess?” “What the hell, Sean?” Alastor fumed, resisting the childish urge to stomp his feet, “Why the fuck didn't I know any of this?!” Sean glared angrily at him, “Oh, I don’t know Al, maybe because you should try attending pack meetings for once, you dimwit?!” Alastor bit his lower lip, guilty, “W-Whatever, man. Just… just put my shoulder back in place right now!”

Inside the little hemisphere that Laila has indicated is the Underworld, she draws a smaller circle, just below the surface. “The Deadlands,” she says, tapping this in turn. “Is where all the souls of the dead are kept – from all worlds – and the God of Death holds supremacy over that while the Goddess of Life mostly runs this upper world, though they both live here and Death is technically King of both.” “The Deadlands,” I murmur, my wolf perking up in my soul. I immediately think of Blythe – because that’s where he’d be, right? If he’s dead? “If they’re…beneath? How does one get there?”

This got the attention of the other gods there in the underworld and they started to appear, demanding an explanation! As King Rryan transformed into his true form, the grandson of Camazotz, the air thickened with anticipation. The underworld creatures cowered, acknowledging their ruler's descendant. The other gods of the underworld emerged from the shadows, drawn by the epic battle. Ah Puch, god of death, appeared beside Ixchel, goddess of fertility. "What transpires here?" Ah Puch, demanded, his voice like the rustling of dry leaves. Ixchel's gaze settled on Kira, her expression unreadable. "A demon threatens the balance."

Seemed like a crappy job if you ask me. “It is.” “Why? Seems there’s better things to do.” “Cause I’m Beta, and you are Luna.” He shrugged like that was all the explanation I needed, but my face said otherwise. “Right. None of that probably means anything to you. Betas are luna’s personal guard and successor to the pack. I have an invested interest in your safety because when Blake gets himself killed, which undoubtedly he will, I have to take his place.” I nearly choked on the water I decided to put in my mouth at the exact wrong time. “Shit, sorry. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it cause you are very intriguing, and it would be a lie to say I didn’t think you were beautiful. It’s not abo

I have never heard such a name before. "You do not know who Zephyr is?" Alaric asked as I nodded thinking, and slowly realization came. The devil's name was Zephyr. I almost blurted it out but thankfully he beat me to it...

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.. I got informed that it was Hades who attacked the eastern gate but knowing him, he's not alone. The chances of him being with Thanatos are over ninety percent...” “.. As for how ill counteract this. I'll place my faith on the first line of defense, Raigulus, Asylum and Antares are the three best warriors we have and I doubt they would go down that easily.” Lilianith informed whilst establishing the artifact that allowed her to see the underworld as a whole with some parts being unclear to her due to a blocking mechanism.

She looks like she’s about a decade old, but the intensity of her eyes and the power radiating off her tells me that she’s not what she seems. Her eyes traverse across us until they stop in front of Lana. “Abaddon, destroyer of all,” she looks at me, “Lucifer, king of hell,” then moves her gaze to Michael, “Michael, Archangel and protector of heaven. I am Clotho the Moirai, the Weaver of fates.” Lana vows her head in deference, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Clotho. If my history serves me right, there are three of you.”

I looked up and found nothing there. “Come here, Cassidy,” the faint voice repeated itself. “It’s safe up here.” The person addressing me talked so low that it was hard to recognize who it was. It could be a demon or a human. As per Aunt Jane, only two demons were guarding the manor that day. If that were true, the spirit must be one of Desmond’s companions. I darted up the stairs, not giving it a second thought. It was my responsibility to help my demon in any way I could.

I am dwarfed by her sheer size and I am uncertain how to address the imposingly statuesque creature before me while her eyes find mine. “we are one, none dominant of the other, we are the same, we are Ulfhild.” She speaks in a deep, low transcendental voice. ** Sullivan Clan HQ ** “Can you explain to me why I’m hearing the wail of one of those monstrosities!?” Chief Marcus bellows. “I thought I gave you an order. Zap the vermin, make them yield, I wont tell you again! Violent winds rage outside, although the rain and thunder seems to have stopped, it still feels turbulent and this damn lunar eclipse makes it hard to see where I’m going.