The Guardian Of The Underworld Novels & Stories

He scratched his scruff before turning his attention to Maddox. “This is Fury. He’s right about thirteen years old. Hellhounds reach maturity at ten years. He’s actually the pup of mine and my mate’s Hellhounds. They’re guardians to individuals that Hades, the God of the Underworld, selects. They’re pretty badass too. I’ll give you the full rundown when we’re done here.” Uncle Jackson turned his attention to Fury and held his hand on his forehead. “Guardian Protector, you are hereby assigned your charge. Make us proud.”

I ask him, and he scoffs at me like it is a stupid question. “Hell and the Underworld are the same thing, but me. Fenrir was always the god of Hell, plus he was the Harbinger of Death. I do help when it is needed, but I’m too lazy. I prefer being up here.” He says and well thank Fenrir for that. “Besides, Gaia has it all under control. She makes a being the devil fun anyway. I mean, is she hot.” He says. “Yeah, I am. But Hades, I’ve told you time and time again. We are friends and nothing more.” We all turn to see Gaia, Fenrir, and their mates in the doorway.

"Along with their warriors that they are bringing. Hubert is bringing Cerberus as well." I heard the King groan. "That blasted dog, last time it was here, it peed on everything and tried to eat my mate's flowers." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Cerberus is, as the myths say," Yasmin explains to me with a chuckle. "He is the three-headed guardian of the underworld. He is quite menacing. Unless he likes you, then he is like a puppy who loves belly rubs. He took an extra liking to your Grandfather and tried to mark him as his. A very large three-headed dog, trying to mark the King of werewolves by peeing on him, was quite the sight."

There is a dangerous smirk on his face that only Bronx could manifest, inviting and deadly at the same time. He's intimidating, even as a photograph on paper. He is the modern day personification of the guardians' grandfather, Perses, Titan God of War. Unlike the other guardians, whose human spirits were simply a gift from the Goddess Hecate to our mother, she blessed Bronx's spirit to be strong enough to protect the Mavri Magea.

I whispered to Athena, now being utterly aware of the large room full of people and species I had only read about. “Those are demons. You find them here in the Underworld that serve their King, the father of the baby. “Hades.” My mouth opened to ask another question, but a woman, assuming the mother, Parisa, was standing at the top of a grand staircase decorated with gold, silver with hints of red and black. My hand tightened around Athena as Parisa stood by the intimidating, slightly scary looking King of the Underworld holding a tiny baby.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth before disappearing almost instantly. “It won’t last.” I hated how relieved that tiny expression made me feel. I crossed my arms. “Fine. Kael. Start talking.” The wind shifted between us, colder now. “You know the story they tell about the Guardians?” he asked. I nodded slowly. “They’re chosen to protect the balance between creation and ruin.” “That’s the version meant for children.” Something uneasy twisted in my stomach. “What’s the real version?” Kael’s gaze lifted to mine again. “The Guardians were never meant to destroy ruin,” he said quietly. “They were created to contain it.”

It was the power play of the gods and I knew, deep in my soul, I was on the way to becoming one. "Dean, cease." I heard a voice, a deep baritone, and turned around to see a Guardian, Heaven's most loyal son, The Guardian of the souls, walking towards me. It would have been scary if it wasn't so surreal to me. His movement was power in strides. Brian lay on the floor panting, spent beyond words. That would take a toll on him, honestly. Custodem animarum - Guardian of souls

By the time I reached the top of the crane, she had already turned her back on me, walking away with the man she loved. Once again, I watched her retreating back—only this time, Luca was at her side. Giovanni lit a cigarette and cast a sidelong glance up at me. "Do it." A red-hot branding iron slammed against my skin. I couldn't hold back the shriek that tore out of me. "Just kill me!" He shook his head. "Killing you quick wouldn't settle the score for my dead brothers. I'd rather take my time breaking you. I want everyone in the underworld to see that Daniela isn't untouchable."

At first, he sounds so childish but as he goes along you can feel the authority that comes out of him. “Nobody has been in the underworld other than the dead nor who came back other than our ancestors,” Ulric started, “As the future pack leader of the Emerald Gorge, we possess the ability to track the movement of the ground and rocks and we bear the scent of the beast that pounds the Earth. And during the ritual it was pronounced that I am the guardian of the underworld for the creatures of the middle realm,” Ulric murmured enough for everyone to hear. “You can already guess which power Arnou has since he is the remaining guardian, aside from you,” Amelia said

Raine declined to comment. Yris doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He can only continue. “The guardian of time, Theos, who is also a non-human and the husband of Griezel.” He spoke. “His younger brother, Hores, is the guardian of the underworld (souls). Another non-human is Neid, who is the guardian of void, and also Hores’s husband.” He said. "The remaining non-human guardian is Tet, the guardian of the sky and Phyros’s brother.” He told Raine.