Novel & Cerita Aidoneus Hades

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

I felt the silent comforting presence of Adrian and Morris beside me and knew that they were following me. Even though my destination was the Gate, I kept an eye on everything happening around me. I saw Persephone controlling wines that wrapped around the demons. Hades was next to her with black smoke rolling off him in waves. The God of the Underworld seemed absolutely content while sending the demons to his realm. I saw a giant wave of water sweeping out demons and drowning them. Poseidon had started his charm…

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

More red ignoring the laws of gravity to spill and spread in a wandering sea along the ceiling as ephemeral skin tore in jagged gashes. Peabody’s arms circled her. A predator to her prey, she found herself thinking as they rose. “No,” she’d tried to say. But the word had been stolen by chaos as she ducked her head, chin to chest, and screamed as she and Peabody lifted, his mouth stretching wide to swallow the souls in one greedy gulp, as they ascended into hell. *** The memory of her stood outside. The building on Eidolon sat in front of her. It was raining, the water racing through the cracks on the sidewalk.

Alpha Hades I fucking love the expression on Zeno's face. The adorable frown and confusion create the perfect blend of pure innocence that I want to ruin. I, Nero Hades, admit that I want to ruin my beautiful wife, destroy him and put him back together piece by piece. I want to worship, praise and use his body until he is so broken that he can't think of any other man but me. Oh, the things I'd do to that body and that sarcastic but surprisingly skilful mouth. But alas, it's too early to bring out the big guns.

Hades releases Omar to look at me. “Someone told me to walk the surface world, you must collect corrupted souls.” I taunt Hades as we both look at the sky above and watch the swarm of soul eaters above us before proceeding, “You influenced many over the years to do your bidding, but you made a mistake in that plan of yours. You messed with the wrong family.” Hades bared his teeth at me and transformed into a two-horned beast made of molten rocks, with flowing lava dripping from the crevices. He dashed towards me, roaring with fury.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

“I never got your name.” He slowly turned back to the balcony. “Hades.” I couldn’t control the eyebrow that rose up my face. “That’s your name?” “Yes. Not as beautiful as Sofia, but it will do.” “Isn’t that the god of the underworld?” “Yes, to those who believe in Greek mythology. Are you one of those people?” “No. But it’s still an interesting name.”

Their combined power was feared throughout the realms, and we hoped to gain their favor. With reverence, we approached the thrones, explaining our situation and pleading for their assistance. Hades, with his stern expression, listened intently, while Hel's cold gaze seemed to pierce through our souls. Anubis, with his jackal-like features, nodded thoughtfully, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. After a moment of silence, Hades spoke, his voice like thunder, "We will grant you our aid, but be warned, the price will be steep. Are you prepared to pay for it?"