Death And Hades Novels & Stories

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

Half an hour later, Hades emerged carrying Olivia in his arms. I noticed sharply that he was limping, and blood was pouring from his left knee. Still, he didn't spare me a glance as he lifted Olivia into the ambulance. In my past life, a fire broke out at the hotel on the day of our wedding. Because of the intensity of the flames, I had stopped Hades from going in to save Olivia, causing her to die in that fire. Hades hated me for it, and by extension, he hated our son too. On our third wedding anniversary, which also marked the anniversary of Olivia's death, Hades tricked me and our son into going on a diving trip.

He saw his mate dead surrounded in a pool of her blood and around her were the dead bodies of her murderers and his 3-year-old son crying in the arms of his daughter. The whole land reeked of blood. No one knew who killed those murders but he didn’t have time to think about it. Hades found that it was all planned by all other kings to bring Hades down. Hades was thirsty for the blood of those who were the reason why he lost his beloved mate and the mother of his children. Soon he found the kings and skinned them alive and left them in the forest to get eaten by wild animals."

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.

"Bastian is unpredictable. A tad mentally unstable. " "What?! What if he hurts Sera?!" I explode, unable to believe what I have just heard. "He dies." Rhys replies, likes he's talking about the weather. Chills blanket my body. Vincent chuckles beside me, whispering something about Hades and his temper. Hades. Hades. "Oh my..." I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth. It clicks in. Everything clicks instant. "You're Mordecai Rhys? God of the underworld? As in...Hades?"

Hades turned to leave. Clenching my jaw and fists, I wished I could just kill Hades right then in there. However, I knew that killing a God wasn’t simple, and the consequences were far more significant. If I killed Hades, not only would he simply return to Tartarus, but his ability to keep the souls in Tartarus would also be released.

“You are not dead, My lady. I know you have a lot of questions about how that is possible, but I will let the king handle that.” I straightened, my heart spiking at the sound of that. I wasn't dead, so that's a plus, but a king? “The king? You mean like Satan? I asked, my voice shaky in fear that he may appear and behead me for calling his name since he was pure evil, but the ladies only let out giggles. “No darling. Hades is the king of the underworld. Some may call him the devil, but he’s simply the guardian of the underworld. There’s nothing to be scared of, dear. Your energy is almost as white as snow.”

Hades vanished—his form dissolving into the air. The ground shook. A cold wind swept the chamber. Then I heard it. The whisper of footsteps. Silent but heavy. Something ancient was approaching. A shadow detached itself from the far wall. It wasn’t Charon. It was Thanatos. The god of death himself. He stepped into view, his eyes like two black holes, endless and cold. His presence silenced everything. Even my own heartbeat felt muted. "Adolfa," he said, voice deep and calm. "We meet at last."

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .