Dewa Hades Novels & Stories

"Hades" *********************** Image

I lay flat on my back, breathing hard, staring at the high ceiling of the reflection chamber while the fluorescent runes on the platform dimmed down around me. “One minute and seven seconds,” the system confirmed. “Cadet Jade Ishola: Defeated.” The words echoed like a taunt. I sat up slowly, brushing sweat from my brow and fighting the sting of frustration rising in my throat. Why was I still this weak? I’d trained. Fought. Thought. Bled. And still, I couldn’t lay a finger on her. Not one. “The reflection was modeled on Princess Petrusia of Króna,” the system said, as if offering comfort. “Royal werewolves receive formal combat training from early childhood. Her strategic instincts are deepl

“Good luck with that. Maddox may be gone, but there’s a new villain in town.” I didn’t follow his logic. “Who?” He sighed into the phone. “Hades…god of the underworld.” 21 Hades I produced the highest yield of crystal of my career. I handed it off to our distributors then told my cooks to get back to work. With Maddox out of the picture and my power unrivaled, I intended to eliminate all other competition and kill anyone that got in my way. Life was good.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

I asked him Delilah was nothing was a shadow of Eve, with her image like her and her being a human with no superpowers of any kind. “She is Eve!!.” And that was the moment I realized how much he wanted to believe this imposter was his bride and his girl from almost a billion years ago.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

Upon laying on his bed, Chad prays with a smile, "Lord, Thank you so much for making my Mommy and me happy tonight. Honestly, I am so excited. I know Tito Nats is nice. I hope there will be no conflicts between Mommy and him. Lead me Lord to be their cupid and make our family a whole happy one. I love you, Lord. Amen." Chad tucked himself inside his quilt and smiling closed his eyes. He hugged his pillows.

This time, Rheis finally acknowledged that she couldn't persuade her son to leave work early—not today. Soon after Rheis' departure, Hades returned to his seat to pick up where he left off. It was a usual scene for Hades to see his mother pressuring him to live the same life as his two younger brothers. But that wasn't what he had in mind, particularly when it came to dating women.

I gasped, the warmth turning into a burning heat and coiling in the pit of my stomach before taking hold of every inch of my body. "Wh-What's going on," I panted, feeling as perspiration dotted my bare skin. "A human," he spat. His voice, although thick with contempt, was deep and smooth like velvet wrapped around thunder, sending a shudder all the way down to my tingling toes. "Who are you?" I breathed. "I—" he began, his voice oddly layered with two distinct tones twisting around each other, "—the Alpha of Mystic Pride, reject you, pathetic human, as my fated mate."

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.