Battle Cat Hades Novels & Stories

He was crying for weeks over the loss of his cat, no one can tell but him and the pet lovers how it felt to lose a pet you cared for like your child. But even if Caden is a cat slave he had never once thought of being one! But what is happening? Didn't he just drink a beer for the first time?! Why does it feel like he is dying? And..! Dying is dying, but what is the image reflecting before him from the water?! Isn't this an unweaned cat?! Caden saw the stupefied kitten before him--- no, his stupefied kitten face before him, and felt that his human knowledge was overturned into an unrecognizable shape.

she answered. Emma’s POV “OMG! That couple are Kate’s parents!” I shouted. Everybody in the station were shocked. “What is their watch doing in Smith’s cabinet?” I asked, not expecting any answer anyway. “Is it a sort of trophy?” I asked Agent Tom’s POV I have dealt with this kind of people before. “For him to collect trophies of his victims, he is obviously a psychopath” I said with assurance. I didn’t expect this case to climax to this level. Now I know that the person we are dealing with is not normal at all.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

The night had turned into a battlefield before a single blow was struck. I walked beside Hades, my boots pressing against the gravel that cracked under the weight of every step. His aura was suffocating, like smoke rolling in before fire. He was not calm—he was the storm itself, itching to rip through everything in his path. I could see it in the way his broad shoulders tensed, in the faint curl of his lips as his fangs pressed against them, in the fire glowing dangerously in his eyes. He wanted to destroy everything. His instincts demanded blood. But I could not allow it, not yet.

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

I just prayed that her future was brighter than her past. ‘Her journey will be hard at times, but she can overcome it all because she’ll have all of us. Remo isn’t just an ordinary Hellhound,’ Faye said, pausing for a moment to carefully consider her words. ‘Remo was the first one that Hades ever created and the strongest. He’s the one that Hades always sent out onto the battlefield. They are reborn after they die, and the cycle continues once again.’ That was ominous with a side of hopeful.

I asked while looking at both of them to answer my question. “Oh, shit. You haven’t met Hades before? You don’t know Hades, I don't know that you guys have never met. Well, Hades is my Lycan, and he is not the most friendly of all beasts.” He muttered and I looked at him in question of how the name came about. “Hades? Your beast? What kind of name is that? Did you give him or did he introduce himself to you as Hades?” I inquired.

Alex shifted in mid air as he leaped at the enemy. One second, he was a man in torn trousers. The next one, he was a monster, a very huge monster. Hades. He was massive. Easily the size of a pony, but pure and filled with muscle. His fur was midnight black, swallowing the light around him. His eyes were burning red coals. His claws were like obsidian daggers, scraping sparks against the marble floor. He landed on the group of mercenaries like a bomb. It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.

The Grand Inquisitor stuttered out attempting to plea with the magistrate. "HE IS MY SON YOU INCOMPETENT rodent! Release him at once and escort him here," Hades, Dante's father, shouted impatiently. What I didn't realize at the time was that Hades, even though he was considered the 'Devil' and 'Satan', he wasn't anything like all the stories and depictions of him. While Callen and I waited for Dante and the council to hash out their tiff and for Hades to get brough up to speed on everything going on, Callen explained to me through mind-link that Hades was an alpha at one point.

For a pack or coven to be validated under the eyes of the other supernatural, the ratification and approval granted by the Pan supernatural council is essential. Every coronation, the coronated leader would receive a custom-made tattoo that was designed using their affiliated community's material slogan and the number of positions they held. In this case, Hades' tattoo consisted of the number thirteen as he was the thirteenth Alpha to take over, as well as an ancient sword. The sword was placed between the two numbers with intricately woven vines climbing up each image, connecting them to each other. Hades looked up at Lady Cleopatra with a proud smirk that showed he was more than ready to t