Dewa Hades Novels & Stories

It breaks you. He shattered me. Piece by piece. Now let me take you deeper into the past—into how it all truly began. Hades was once a general in the Spirit World. Yes, he served the very place he seeks to destroy. He fought for them. Led their battles. Bled for their wars. But they used him—over and over again. Queen Amira never once acknowledged his sacrifice. The king promoted others. *Not* him. He was just a weapon to them.

Manya was smiling inside for winning the first step of the battle but she was unaware of the fact that She was going to meet an angry Hades for the first time. The God of the Underworld who was going to get very angry…

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.

Arachnoids are made by Hades, a chthonic deity, so cutting through them with chthonic weapons had proven not to be a biggie. But the stench, on the other hand, is vomit-inducing and hard to cope with. The swampy water is up to my hips. In Nexelex’s and dwarves’ case, they have to swim. I’d like to mock and tease the little guy, but I decided against it. After all, they saved our arses in Oribus. And I think it’s already gross and challenging enough for them to swim through a puss-filled swamp without us taking a mick. As we were slashing through hordes of stinky arachnoids, screeching pandemonium broke through the swamping waters of Damnarynth. I checked my surroundings, and the horde of ara

I had zoned out on their conversation, my eyes focusing on Hades who stood shirtless with his broad back glittering with sweat under the sun’s rays. He was talking with the construction workers as they tried to build an adjoining games center for the smaller kids. My mouth watered as I watch Hades’ muscles flex as he moved, my body throbbing in need. Hades made a come here gesture with his finger as my clit ached in my panties, I had never seen this before but watching Hades now made me realize how much of a walking sex god he was. I felt thirsty as his tongue darted out to like his lips, images of how he had worked my body lapping at my arousal filled my mind.

I ask, my curiosity piqued. Hades nods, his grip on my wrist tightening. "Tell me then," I persuade him, my gaze challenging him to reveal more. "You're not ready for that," he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "I don't know what I'm ready for," I shoot back, my voice firm. Hades takes a deep breath before speaking. "Denzel is actually, or was actually, a member of the Silvermist. He's currently almost ninety years old..."

Then, in a voice rough and unsteady, Hades whispered, “Anita, I may not be your father, but I want you to know… I believe in you. I’ll protect you. No matter what.” The words pierced through the fog, cutting through the remnants of the drug that clouded my mind. Slowly, reality began to settle in, the edges of the memory fading as the present came into focus. I blinked, my vision clearing, and the face before me shifted, the shadows receding to reveal Alpha Hades. His expression was one of pain, a deep, raw emotion that filled his eyes and softened the hard lines of his face.

Despite spending a lot of time in tactical training, enduring harsh weather and the hardest of trainings during his time, General |Hades seemed to compensate for everything when he got older. After the death of his wife which was also Anna’s mum, General Hades had mounted the task of being both the father and the mother; acting as the strong fortress and confidante thereby forging an unbreakable bond between him and his daughters.

A maid gasped. “I wonder which one the Alpha would choose,” another one said. “That's the Pack's beta sitting next to the Alpha!” The beta stood up from his seat and grabbed a red haired dancer out of the room, which made a few maids gasp. “Oh… the Alpha sure looks like the king of hell with his deadly glare.” An old maid said. “The devil must be extremely handsome then.” they giggled childishly. Yeah, Roshan looked extremely handsome sitting there staring at the dancers.

**** ‘Something is wrong,’ Hala jerked up. Leila and I were in the group for the back end. So far, we had only seen bushes and trees, nothing out of the ordinary. ‘What?’ ‘I can't seem to sense…’ “... Alpha Xander!!” Hera interrupted, sounding distressed. “There's something wrong, grey's wolf is fading. It's like he's dying but I know it's only his wild that is draining!!’ Leila's eyes widened. “What does that mean?” “Hera?”