Death Of Hades Novels & Stories

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream! I made use of the opportunity and tried to get the people on online forums to take Hazel's side. Perhaps what happened to Hazel was so heartbreaking that even the heavens could not just stand by and do nothing. Everything went pretty smoothly after that. Layla died. Her mother was severely injured, whereas her father was sent to prison. I stood somewhere in the distance the day the Larsons met their downfall. For a moment, I thought I saw Hazel waving her hand at me. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of me. She put her arms around me and thanked me.

"He’s lucky." I laughed softly, though it was tinged with bitterness. "Lucky? I was the unlucky one. What about you? You sounded like you only fell in love with one person. Are you sure she’s fine with this situation? We’re crossing lines here, Hades. Maybe we could reject our mate bonds, too." Hades’s expression faltered for a moment, his jaw tightening. "She’s dead," he muttered, the words hanging in the air with a weight I couldn’t ignore. "She was killed."

“Boss… Charon… I come with grave news.” Hades leaned against the wall, pulling out a cigarette. “Everyone comes with grave news these days. Out with it before I lose my patience.” The messenger swallowed hard. “Gregory is dead.” The world seemed to stall. The music still pulsed faint through the walls, the stench of sex still hung heavy, but the words cracked the air. Hades arched a brow, smirking without mirth. “Gregory? My sweet little snake of a brother? Dead? Who dares take what is mine to kill?”

There, in the sky was a figure dressed in black, black wings flapping loudly from his back with a tail flipping in the wind and two horns in his head, dark divine energy flowing through him before he disappeared. Hades. He had come to watch Persephone for the last time, and now that he was sure she was gone, he was going to Olympus. The thought made Leonidas smile. "Not for long,"

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

She was indeed so good at her job. And engaging in work, she took her mind away from misery and trouble. Ten days after her arrival in Italy, she received the news that the dead body of Hades had been found in the river. He was so decomposed that even it was difficult to identify him, but the DNA report proved that the body belonged to Hades. Alessandra did not react much because at last he got his destiny and then, she tried to forget every bad memory from Athens. Coming to her apartment, she first closed the umbrella and put it into the basket before unlocking her door. By then the rain had stopped.

“That look that is emanating from your face, Hades. There was no way to dispute the fact that it was due to it. If you understand what I'm trying to say, the reason I saw that for the last time was because of her.” Thanatos made a peculiar observation, and Hades' eyes narrowed as he focused on it. Hades' brows met in the middle. In his thoughts, Thanatos could not possibly be referring to a woman who had been taken away from him by fate. Even Hades no longer believes it's possible to think about her at this point because it's been over a millennium since he last saw her. “There is no way that you could—”

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

He just needed to go look for the Central Boss to make sure his assumption was correct and there was no use of Hades anymore. Hence, he wasted no time, stepped on Hades' chest strongly, and crushed Hades' heart. Hades died with his eyes opened wide and angry. Blood spilled out from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. It was a tragic death. And that was the last chapter of Hades' life.