Aphrodite Hades 1 Novels & Stories

Hades POV She’s like a goddamn siren, the type that lures sailors to their deaths. She’s a goddess, a princess, and her body is so smooth and creamy that my mouth salivates whenever I look at her, and my hands can’t get enough of touching her. My body is aflame, a fever inside of me that refuses to burn out. I taste her, I touch her, I fuck her and still it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want all of her, and I’m going to have it. Not once has she complained, not once has she protested. Every nerve inside of me is heated, screaming for more. I can't help it, I can't stop myself. She's mine now. I've claimed her, touched every part of her, and taken her innocence. There's no going back fro

Why does it mean by that? "Mine's Hera. A kind of girl who will fight my mistresses." Vaspe said coolly, with a smirk, he shrugged. Tsk. "Mine's Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty and sex!" TOASTED BIRD, YOU PERV! "Mine is Adonis! Waaaahhhh~ The muscles and gorgeous god." I said dreamily with twinkling eyes. Who will be my Adonis? When will I meet my Adonis? I'm not getting any younger already. I want a man~!

I found a family. This is my odyssey!

I try to break free from him, but his grip is strong and he pulls me into his chest. "Come on now, puppy. I was just fucking with you. No need to get feisty," he breathes into my ear. But I still try to push off him. "Esteban, let. Me. Go." "Or what?" He dares. "What will you do about it, Lilith Hayes?" My heart stops in an instant. What did he just call me?

"What are you doing?" I smiled. "What I should've done a long time ago." Turning toward the crowd, I raised my hand for everyone's attention. "Everyone..." "I can't believe I almost forgot the most important thing." I looked lovingly at Erin. "This woman..." "Is my mate." The reaction was immediate. It exploded across the gathering. "What?!" "The Creator of the Goldrens is Alpha Levi's mate?" "The Moon Goddess has truly blessed us!" "A Creator... as our Luna!" "They look perfect together!"

“Thank you for coming.” The harpy bowed her head, a gesture of formal respect that was at odds with the fierce, predatory grace of her movements. “Lord Hades sends his regards. And his support. Anyone who would defy the rightful rule of Lord Ares and threaten the Lady Chara’s ally is an enemy of the Underworld.” Her presence was a powerful statement, signaling support from the most neutral and feared of the Olympian Houses. It reminded Androkles that he was not alone, but also highlighted the high stakes of their rebellion and the Fates’ watchful eyes.

Asher asked. I pinched the bridge of my nose as Devon let out a groan. I was still getting to know the guys, but I had learned quickly that Asher did not think before he spoke most of the time. Not that I was going to bring it up, but I was starting to think that Asher was on the spectrum. Not that it mattered but seriously the guy needed to learn how to read the room. I rubbed Devon’s arm as he looked at Asher. “Yes, of course, my name is Aphrodite and these two are my brothers Zeus and Hades. The beautiful woman is Hades wife Persephone.” Aphrodite said.

"A primitive variable. A statistical error." Adrien didn't speak. Words were for men. He was something else now. He took a step forward. Then another. The Alpha's wrath had gotten him through the door. Now, it was the mate's love that would finish it. The final battle for the Goddess's Vessel had begun.

Studying the man's movement, she found every movement of the man was purposeful and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. “My lord,” Beta Idris called the man's attention towards the appearance of the woman. Alpha Odysseus turned around and his gaze landed on the woman who was fidgeting with the hem of her clothes while looking down at her feet, of course, no one could bear to look at him or even summon the courage to do so. “Look up,” Alpha's Odysseus' strong features were set in a hard expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied her. But beneath the cold expression, he seemed to recognize her.

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was