Dios Hades Novels & Stories

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

XXIV–Beginning of an End He was known by many names. Hades–God of the Underworld, King of Hell, Lord of the Dead; the adjudicator of souls, father of shadows and the wealthiest of the gods–had lived since the fall of the elder gods, the Titans, since the dawn of humanity and he does not take surprises lightly. Not many may have known but the eldest Olympian God actually possessed the rare gift of foresight regarding the fates of those who are about to be brought forth to his realm, those who are already dying, how and when will they die.

All of them were of top quality with excellent figures. At this time, on the side of the suite near the French windows, there was a shirtless man with tanned skin and bulging muscles. He had tattoos all over his arms, thighs, chest, and back. He was none other than Hades, the Lord of the Underworld who terrified all the dark forces in the West! He was also one of the top three super existences in the 12 Sacred Halls of the West! A man of intelligence and power! At this time, he was doing high-level physical training.

Asher asked. I pinched the bridge of my nose as Devon let out a groan. I was still getting to know the guys, but I had learned quickly that Asher did not think before he spoke most of the time. Not that I was going to bring it up, but I was starting to think that Asher was on the spectrum. Not that it mattered but seriously the guy needed to learn how to read the room. I rubbed Devon’s arm as he looked at Asher. “Yes, of course, my name is Aphrodite and these two are my brothers Zeus and Hades. The beautiful woman is Hades wife Persephone.” Aphrodite said.

“Can you at least try to be tolerable for a short moment in respect of this gathering?” Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

It is evil as well as sexy. “I’m all ears.” He tells me once he notices my silence just after his name. It is attractive and sounds good. Hades… means God of the dead and underworld. A giver of wealth. “I have submitted the agreement, according to which you can walk out with me but only for an hour. I hope you will not have any problem with this.” I say, gathering some courage. For fuck’s sake, I am a psychiatrist and I have met such patients many times. Then why should react this stupidly around this man? He is a mere patient who cannot control me.

Ice shards appeared in his hands, ready to pierce Damian's heart and kill him finally. "Your plan to use the chosen one is not a wise choice",Hades said in a bored tone. He was in his grand chambers with Andromeda. They just had a hot round of sex and he was lying on the bed, the dark sheets tangled around his body. His shoulders and chest were broad and muscular, his biceps thick and his body tapering down to chiselled abs. This was the human form he admired most because it could get him any woman he wanted. Being the devil and ruler of the underworld didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun like the humans. In his free time, and when he wanted to be free from his wife Persephone, he would

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.

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.