Ades Dios Novels & Stories

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

"'Cause I'd love to get burned in this inferno" He slammed it against his hardness. "That does not answer my question" he slapped her ass sensually. "I'm asking, how did you not know Adonai" Talking of Adonai made Nirvana got up. "Are you saying Mage is really Adonai?" "C'mon, baby, you can do more than that," Moses tried to kiss her. Nirvana nodded knowingly at this acquired knowledge. She later left the manor after giving him the pleasure he wanted.

But he’s a man I’ve known since I was old enough to remember. My father was a cold hearted man to me and my mother. He was an abusing, sadistic, mind fucked man who hated Alessandro just as much as he loved and respected him. The man looking back at me is the man he wanted me to become. I will take back what should me mine and mark my fucking words… Diabla will die.

he couldn’t finished his words as his emotion got the best of him. A loud noise downstairs startled them both, Andrés frowned and went to look out through the window, “what was that?” he asked. “El Diablo,” the man whispered, “he has come, he said he would.” Andrés looked at him, “but señor, there is no way he could have found us so fast, I mean, it has only been an hour you spoke to him.”

“Have you had issues with a new species, the vamolves?” “Fuck them! They killed two men yesterday!” Kennedy was instantly pissed. “Yeah, we are working on a plan to kill their creator.” Jet said. “Who is that?” “His name is Adron. He is the God of the Underworld.” Jet said slowly. “You can’t kill a god!” Kennedy looked unphased by this. “And who is going to help you there?” “I can’t kill him, but Ivory can.” That would mean, she is aaaa….” Kennedy looked at me like I just grew three heads.

Her black bra, holding her massive boobs was surely a sight to see. "Fiona, darling.." Arielle yelled and waved, Fiona was holding back from face palming herself since she invited Arielle and told her to just wear something simple. Delilah stared down at Fiona to stay in her spot and keep the conversation going. "Arielle Myers." Delilah spoke out loud getting her attention. She rushed to Arielle grabbed her hands and greeted her with a hug. "I didn't expect to see the notorious princess of gambling. How's Adam ?" Delilah says still holding her hands. "Daddy is doing well. Do you ever age ? Looks like that coma made you even younger." Arielle replied in a squeaky high pitch tone.

My powers surge and my gaze flicks to Dante. The Adonai… I look at my brother sharply, a sudden thought occurring and his dark red eyes snap open, meeting mine. A hint of a smirk kisses the corner of his lips and my heart skips a beat. The Adonai? Why else is there a Demi-God among us? “I have never been as fucking pissed as I am right now, Kataleya,” Dad’s voice is cold as he stands, and it takes everything not to step back. “Alejandro-”

I ended up passing out. I woke up the next morning, to the sound of my phone going off. I scrambled around to find it. I tried to focus and saw that it was Stephanie was calling, I was late. I was my own boss, but I led by example, so being late was unacceptable. “Yeah?” I answered. “Hello…Adam. Are you alright? Do you know what time it is?” I barely had my eyes opened. “Nah, what time is it?” “8 am!” I jumped up. I had to get it together. I don’t even drink like that. This woman had me all messed up, I didn’t pray last night and wouldn’t have time to pray like I wanted to this morning. “I am on my way.” I ran my hand down my face. “Do I need to come and get you?” “Nooooo, I am up.” I said p

Ada couldn’t say if she meant that as a joke. “Sorry, to disappoint you,” Ada said and shrugged. It was as if her whole life has been entwined with Ikedi’s. Everything about her, besides the palace work, involves him. “I told Ikedi about it.” “About what?” Chinwe asked but opened her mouth when understanding suddenly flooded her. “Amadioha!” she exclaimed “Please stop calling the name of the gods. The surprise in your eyes is making me nervous already,” Ada whispered. She bit her inner lips and wiped her sweaty palms on the cloth lining her waist.

For he knew that Dante can become more dangerous when he is in pain. He remembered how Dante, no, Eloy his original name, went toe to toe with his father. He was the underdog, and he knew that, but his hatred was too strong. It was like an eternal flame that cannot be put out easily. His hatred was his fuel. His drive. Eloy has nothing to lose anymore. Adrianus was too full of himself and underestimated Eloy’s drive. At the end, it was he, Eloy become the last one standing. The chosen one, the savior as what their people thought.