Book On Hades Novels & Stories

He said and I smiled. I was in the library with every book referenced under my brother’s name as I started to carefully read all the information I needed. This book broadened my knowledge and exposed me to things even I didn’t understand but was determined to know. Whatever the key of Hades held could make any mortal man immortal or even a god if they chose to become one. Apparently Hades was too intelligent for his own good which was why to protect this gift; he created ciphers, symbols, forgotten histories and keys.

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There was regret in his eyes so evident that it rang out in words. "Rain, you ask if I wanted it to be the only way out." "No!" I knew by one look at those scared eyes that I was in denial, but I was afraid it would crush me and choose to look away from the gaze that scratched ones heartstrings in a song of melancholy. "So why doesn't Hades affect me?" Noticing how I neither accept to agree or disagree, he replies with a calmer tone. "Lord Hades being the God of the underworld gives him power over death and the afterlife thus creating a state of balance. It is similar to how the gods residing in Olympus are closer to life.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

Seris wandered through the chambers, each one a testament to the power and majesty of its respective deity. In the Chamber of Hades, Seris felt the weight of the underworld bearing down upon her. Hades, resplendent in his black and silver armor, stood before his throne, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his presence seemed to draw the very light out of the air. Unlike the Hades she met previously, he looks more serious, his final form is remarkable.

'' Hades said has we tuned a corner. "You will do no such thing, we will not make Cerberus mateless again no matter how understanding he may be'', I retorted as we walked into a room. At least I think it's a room. It looked like an entire cabin could fit in there. It was one of the largest rooms I've ever seen. Not as big as Hades' chambers, but still big. The room had another double door that led to his closet, I believe, and a single door that led to the bathroom, I presume. There was a large king-sized bed that could accommodate Cerberus in his full animal form, I think, because that was how large the bed looked to me, and it took up most of the room. We walked further in, and then I saw

Poseidon murmured, his ocean-blue eyes dark with fury. Ares let out a low, amused chuckle, standing up from his seat. His crimson armor shimmered in the dim light, and the flames of war flickered in his irises. “Finally,” he said, rolling his shoulders, his bloodthirsty smirk sending chills down the spines of the lesser gods in the room. “It’s been too long since I’ve crushed something beneath my feet.” Hades was the last to move. He did so slowly, his dark robes barely making a sound. The room dimmed as his presence expanded, and shadows curled around him like sentient entities. His cold, eerie eyes flickered toward Zeus.

Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

Hades was the keeper of the underworld, the most powerful demon to ever walk the realm, but he became too proud, too forceful, and he no longer wanted to be considered as a proprietor, but what he wanted was for everyone to bow down at his feet, referring to him as King, the god of the underworld. But the elders of heaven disagreed with him, and it started a war, bloodshed upon our world and the humans', that how the first Apocalypse began. Hades and his army killed every human being, several angels, even the elders but one survived, Lucifer's father, the one humans call God. God tricked him, made him believe that he surrendered, then at his most vulnerable moment, he killed him. However, Ha