The Queen Of The Underworld Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

“What does she look like?” “Um, Middle-Eastern or African descent, maybe? She had her hair wrapped in a headscarf and her sunglasses were really big, so it hid a lot of her face.” “Alright. They are in their rooms now?” “Yes, Alpha.” I sit and think for a moment. Who names their child Persephone? She was the queen of the underworld in Greek Mythology? Luckily, I have an expert to answer those sorts of things. “Musu, I need you to look something up for me,” I send her a mind link.

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.

Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!” “Fuck you,” Alastor snapped, feeling his cheeks growing warm. “Aw, love you too, man!” “But don't you see, Alpha?” Sean demanded, “The eyes, the shadows, hell that sword: she looked and acted like she might be... Proserpina.” "Wait… the underworld's queen?" Harry blurted out. “No moron, that's Queen Persephone,” 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.”

As if be wanted to say those words that I've been waiting to hear all these while. “Should I tell you something?" Je asked and I nodded my head slowly. “The queen of the underworld is called Persephone. And even better than that, her mate is Hade’s, the King of the underworld.” His face hovered above my own as he pushed a stray strand behind my eyes. "Maybe the witch didn't need the good king. Maybe she needed her very own Hades to help complete her,” As he spoke he brought his face closer to my own, his lips barely an inch away from mine.

Jay said through gritted teeth. He couldn't believe Ezekiel chose Abbadon among all the Queens of the Underworld. Abbadon was the worst amongst them all. She was the destroyer of countless worlds. Her power was unparallel to the point that not even the Underworld could stand her presence. That was why the Moon Goddess imprisoned Abbadon in the lowest and worst part of the Underworld to contain her power.

All matters of the underworld were currently being run by her most trusted partner, only compulsory matters are tended to by her. As no one in the underworld had seen her face except a handful of people in her main abode, many rumors spread about her being ugly and hideous, they said the sunlight burned her skin like a vampire so her house was painted black and she never came out of her house. They had never seen this queen and others that caught a glimpse of her said she always wore a silk veil embroidered with a blue bird that covered her face. Over the years, faced with the queen's silence, many mercenary groups had used their 'connection' with her to climb up the social ladder. Talking a

Crimson, everywhere the eyes could see was nothing but crimson. The burning blaze of the underworld painted the sky and the demonic creatures flew by cooing in their coarse vocals. This was the underworld, a place where demonic creatures ruled and in the far distance was a castle. The castle belonged to none other than Lilianith, the current queen of the underworld and the queen of devils. “Mi'lady you have a call from your sister.” The servant of the castle addressed Lilianith who was sitting on her throne playing with the skulls that laid beneath her feet.

"Phew.." after getting out of the office building...she went directly to the car..Why is it like that?? She is getting irritated right now?? Where the hell is this KING?? He used to be with her every second abroad?? How can he not contact her even though she died and relived..Well he never knew her real identity but still....how can he not contact her when he promised to be in contact forever..

He turned to Hades and put on a simpering expression. "Your Highness, this is a family matter. Please don't interfere." "Make this rebellious girl come out. We need to treat Chloe right away." Hades looked as though he had just heard the most absurd thing in existence. He lowered his gaze to my father, looking at him the way one might look at a dead man. "Family matter?" He let out a cold laugh, and a ghostly blue flame of deathly energy ignited in the depths of his eyes. "She is now the Queen of the Underworld."