Novel & Cerita Book On Hades

Bob said, “For an academician, you’re quite slow.” Byron scowled. “It’s the bible, isn’t it?” Bob asked Lex. “Yes.” Lex’s eyes were distant. “And if I remember correctly the bible referred to Hades as the god of the underworld he was feared and only the mention of his name can awaken death, Hades’ humble servant.” “Oh,” Byron exclaimed, “The mention of his name invokes death, is that it?” “Yes.” “But,” Bob said. “Is Hades not synonymous to…?”

Demons stirred behind him, and his power grew heavy, colder than before. The darkness parted. Suddenly King Hades entered, with Valor and Strength. His presence shook the Spirit World itself. The ground cracked under his feet. The lost souls in the rivers screamed in terror. His eyes burned with endless fire. His voice, when it came, was command and destruction together. Hades: “You thought you could run, Adolfa? You thought prophecy would shield you from me?” Adolfa:“You will not break the balance! You cannot!” Hades raised his hand. The chains tightened. Adolfa dropped to her knees, choking. The sound of bone grinding filled the air. He could sense her weakness, he must stop her now and th

Per say no time had passed at all up here , it had only been three minutes since he left. He went towards her, bending down to kiss her on her forehead. A silent prayer for her to come back to him. Taking out the book Hades had given to him, he walked over to his reading nook, sat down and started reading. The book was about necromancy and didn't ways to perform them, writing by the necromancer himself of course. It was even signed for Hades. Raphael rolled his eyes and seeing that he'd tried most of these spells he flipped through the book a bit until a peculiar practice caught his eye. The text was about raising someone who's spirit hadn't left their bodies yet. It was quite a stretch but

I am closing Adan/Lucy and Lucius/Patrea’s story, but we will see them as side characters for Blade and Althea’s book. Also, after Blade and Althea’s book, I will make epilogues on their lives decades or perhaps, even centuries from now. For those asking for Hades, an idea has been brewing in my mind, it might NOT be a full book or short novel, but it will be a few chapters and still worth the read. So watch out for it as well. Before we end, if you have any time to spare, please leave a review on the main page of the book. It would help my book get more exposure and readers. You can leave a simple review for Part1 and Part2 (just one review together is enough) ♡

Hades seethes. —*

He said, “Very good. I didn't expect us to meet so soon. This will save me a lot of trouble, then. You can return me the thing that your sister, Hannah Clarke, stole from me now.” Philip raised his brows slightly and said with a smile, “Hades, that’s a gift from my sister to me. If you want it, just come and get it. But before that, you have to defeat me first.” Arrogant! Domineering! Hades’ face darkened at those words. Among the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, the Hall of the Underworld was one of the top few existences. Hades was also one of the gods most feared and worshipped!

Chapter 23 Hadley I woke up the next morning rather early, the sun was barely out but I could not force myself to sleep anymore. I felt excited to finally start investigating and hopefully helping people here. I got dressed in comfortable but a little too tight sportswear and a puffy warm jacket. The sound of people talking outside catches my attention and I make my way to the window. Looking down I see Cain and a few other men talking, with Cain’s back to the house. They are semi-naked with only loose pants hanging dangerously low on the waist, giving a sensual view.

“I merely borrowed this vessel.” Gavriel stepped forward, his presence commanding and lethal. “Release him. Now.” The thing laughed again. “You may call me Hades.” The name alone carried weight and it was familiar. Althea gasped as she weakly muttered, “That was the name they mentioned… The Abyssal Order.” “A demon,” Zander muttered. “Ah, very good,” Hades replied, tilting Midas’s head toward Zander. “Still sharp. Still burning.” Without warning, dark tendrils of mist poured from Hades’s body, spreading across the corridor like spilled ink. The shadows on the walls peeled away, forming shapes that writhed and twisted.

The second we step through, I remember exactly what Elysium is. The paradise of the dead. Clear skies. Rolling green hills. Blossoming flowers. Fruit trees. Peaceful, radiant beauty. We have to jog to keep up with Hades’ pace until we reach a small wooden hut with a thatched roof. Hades pounds on the door. It opens to reveal an older man—mortal-looking, stooped, with long white hair. “Lord Hades,” the man says, dropping to one knee. “Rise, Odysseus,” Hades replies. “I have a mission for you. These wolves and witches are going to Tartarus—and they’ll need a guide.”

"Jaz, have you heard of a man way up in the Northern Frontier, far from our country? There's someone called Hades?" Jasmine's cheeks flushed with excitement as she nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I've heard whispers about him when I was in Centropolis. “Hades emerged as a powerful figure a few years ago. They say he's vanquished countless foes and commands respect far and wide." Jennifer continued with vivid descriptions. "I learned about him at a business gathering a year ago. A prominent figure described him as a young man with the face of an angel but the physique of a formidable demon. They say he's like a god sent to protect our nation by divine beings!