Aidoneus Hades Novels & Stories

As Azazel spoke, the scene took place vividly. As there is Ceberus and Underworld, so will there be Hades. Hades (translating to /ˈheɪdiːz/; Greek: ᾍδης Hádēs; Ἅιδης Háidēs), in the ancient Greek religion and myth, is the god of the dead and the king of the underworld, with which his name became synonymous. His debut was no further than that of Cerberus but his form was indistinctive. He had a continuous flow of black tar around his unseen body. Hades obviously has caused a lot of damages and loss of either properties and lives in Chaos And Apocalypse. His persona oozes death which even gods do fear. Taking a look back, in no particular order, here are some of the memorable damages and death

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.

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.

"Bastian is unpredictable. A tad mentally unstable. " "What?! What if he hurts Sera?!" I explode, unable to believe what I have just heard. "He dies." Rhys replies, likes he's talking about the weather. Chills blanket my body. Vincent chuckles beside me, whispering something about Hades and his temper. Hades. Hades. "Oh my..." I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth. It clicks in. Everything clicks instant. "You're Mordecai Rhys? God of the underworld? As in...Hades?"

Before dusk, my husband Hades and our son Eren appeared on the social feed. By nightfall, the post had spread through every hall of Olympus and every shadow of the Underworld. The post claimed that Hades, lord of the dead, had taken a flower spirit as his lover, and that they were raising a five-year-old son together. The picture under the headline showed Hades standing beside Eren. A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair.

a whimper escaping her as his hot tongue soothed the ache where he had left a love bite. "I am a sinner and you are my sin Persephone." "Hades?" "Yes baby?" "I Persephone Rya accept King Hades, the supreme ruler of Underworld as my eternal mate. I am yours my king...from now to infinity." The cosmos is a mystic place. An unfathomable swirling of unknown power. What we don't understand is magic and sometimes it's evil counterpart- sorcery. The bond with Adrian was truly evil, threatening to take her soul away and taint it in blood and anguish.

She nods, “what do you want to know?” “Why Ares? Mom, I was devastated when he left, I remember it now.” “Yes, now! And you were devastated, but you were reborn and had a chance to start over from scratch. Now why Ares? Aidan gave you that answer, I swear everyday he impresses me more and more.” “Mom!” I shout. “Ares is powerful enough to contain the shadows after all they belong to him. They are the evil souls he’s killed. Hades uses them to try and break him, but Ares is a lot stronger than what Hades gives him credit for.”