The Guardian Of The Underworld Mga Nobela at Kwento

And then, the person stepped forward, its eyes fixed on mine. "Ruth," it said, its voice low and menacing. "You shouldn't have come here." I tried to step back, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. The person smiled, its eyes glinting with malice. "I am the Guardian of the Underworld," it said. "And you, Ruth, are trespassing on my domain." As it spoke, the whispering grew louder, more urgent. The spirits of the dead were closing in on us, their eyes fixed on us with a hunger that made my skin crawl.

The underworld was a place every astral creature never wished to be. Cruel was an understatement. It was a bleak world filled with unending screams and it was ruled by Hades, the god of the underworld and the ruler of the dead. Cerberus, the hound of hades snarled at the mistress as she approached the entrance of the underworld. The entrance was a portal, hidden deeply in the desert of no return, a place no one ever ventured. Cerberus growled warningly, its blood red eyes filled with venom, its terrifying huge body crouched down dangerously, each head glaring at the black witch in hate. It roared angrily as she walked closer to the gates of the underworld.

This is what Clurife must have meant by saying have fun with his dog. This was their only way of escape, their only way home. And standing in front of them growling relentlessly, was an unimaginable horror. A sight that only the dead should ever see. Cerberos. Guardian of the Underworld.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

And then looked at the fire crackling in front of them. “When the civilizations where young, the Lord of the Heavens chose three gifted humans to protect the chamber of knowledge and history. He chose them not because of their lineage but because for their specific gifts. One could summon any creature, both magical and mythical, another could make the elements stopped as if he lorded it while another controls the elements. They’re called the guardians. Their purpose is to protect the secrets which lies inside the Chamber and only them could access it.” “Why so, mama?” she inquired as she inched closer to her mother.

Thorne pointed out, "but it's like having another identity with memories and a life of its own. My hound allows me to see his memories at times. I know that he was a guard of Tartarus." At this, Julian's head whipped in Thorne's direction with interest, "As in the prison of the underworld mentioned in Greek Mythology?" Thorne nodded, "You'd be surprised how many myths actually hold some facts to them. The place is reserved for the supernaturals that are the worst of the worst."

Calista asks through gritted teeth. “Only the ruler of Hell can guard the underworld. The Guardian is only meant to guard the Gate. Gaia has given that up to the monsters behind that Gate. They will be able to do what they want, even portal and cause destruction on Earth. Killing millions because the rightful ruler has revoked her title. Hell will fall and so will the world.” This just keeps getting better! The ground vibrates around us as we turn to look at the Gate as it vibrates.

she says. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind before accidentally pissing him." I comment, making them both laugh. "As for Lucien, as you know is your guardian. He is a descendant of Goddess Soteria. Goddess of safety, deliverance and preservation of harm. Most of her descendants are guardians, who are tasked to protect and look out for certain special individuals, preventing any harm from coming to them." she tells me, making me let out a small, annoyed sigh. Just another thing pointing to all this really being my destiny...

Lava rivers flowing throughout waiting to snuff the life from anyone that dare touch and every soul damned to this place. That picture however was very, very wrong. This place looked nothing like the underworld pictured in Hercules as I grew up. No, I wasn’t standing in a cave but what looked to be a desert. The skies were a blood orange which seemed to be home to giant flying beasts as they circled above me. ‘What are those things?’ ‘Guards. They are the protectors of the underworld.’ ‘The underworld needs protection?’ I couldn’t help the sarcasm that laced my words. Who in their right mind would want to be here, let alone risk their lives. Well, besides me that is.