Death And Hades Novels & Stories

"Oh no child am not trying to mess with your head am real and am the reason why you are here" "Okay let's assume you are who you said you are, how did I get here?" " you died and was on your way to hades but I brought you back here because your work on earth isn't finish" "Hades? What is hades?" " hades is the realm of the dead " "I can't believe you, prove to me you are who you say you are" Selene look at the girl with amusement it looks like choosing her to be The Alpha's Mate wasn't a bad idea, she can never get fooled by someone.

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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.

“Gods don’t die, Nyx. We can be killed—but that’s different from death. Death is permanent. When we’re killed, our souls live on.” I gape. “You’re shitting me.” Her smile is the first genuine one I’ve seen from her in days. “No, Nyx. I’m not shitting you. Hades is in the lowest levels of Tartarus. It’s where gods go when they’re killed. You can’t get in—unless you’re being reborn.” I blink again, trying to catch up. “Wait. Why Tartarus?”

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

We'll have to work hard to get this through, but after everything we've been through, I think we'll make it through. And they always warned me not to go near him. They told me over and over again that we shouldn't be together, that Azael was the name of a demon and he would lead me to hell by his hand. Luckily I had the name of an angel, because yes, we went through hell, but we managed to get out. Together. Because loves that kills never dies.

And there it was. Where had so many felines gotten the idea Hades had no morals? Hades reminded himself to never ask that question anywhere Jinx could hear him. "Sir, with due respect I'm not called Hades because I actually am an eight-headed Death demon who breathes fire and sends toms to the Underworld."

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

Demeter asks as the Gods and Goddesses furrow their eyebrows I turn to Death to ask if they are serious and he only nods, "Nothing, so how do I come out?" I ask them "Death is going to be doing that, in hell," Hera says "Oh Jesus," I mumble just as Death snaps us into the main room of some sort of castle, "This is where you live?" I ask him my eyes widening as I look around "This is where I live and tho is also where you live now," he tells me, "You're probably going to want to sleep in my room,"

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.”