Novel & Cerita Greek God Hades

said Caterina kissing once more her little son and then marching towards the park. In his luxurious apartment, Hades was taking a last look at his illicit business, the narcotics he had in reserve at the Temptation bar had been correctly distributed, however, it was more than obvious that he needed to do something about Zeus and his father, who constantly got in his way, his head hurt from so much thinking, that was a complete nuisance with which he did not intend to continue dealing with forever, he felt fed up, really tired of that pair of wretches with whom he had the misfortune of sharing blood.

Plus, all of his powers are not yet known. “This would be an abomination. The moon goddess herself would disapprove of this. An outcast becoming our sacred Luna?” Kreed says, rising. “And who says I will disapprove?” A familiar, sweet voice says, capturing every attention in the room. Every head in the throne room turned to see our new companion. Tara? I gasp. What is Tara doing here? “Keturah?” Marcus says, looking like he has seen an apparition. “Keturah, the moon goddess?” Jayden whispers in shock.

"Otherwise I would have made you kill her for me." "You son of a bitch!" I tried to get out of his grip, but it was useless and my despair seemed to amuse him. "Maybe that’s not a lie at all, but I’ll teach you a little bit about the gods and about creation." His hands pulled my hair tightly, in a way that I thought would rip my scalp off. "I am Hades." That was not possible, gods did not exist, that was... my head hit the earth with a huge force and I was taken by the darkness.

“Are you out of your mind?” “Think about it. Together, we'll rule the supernatural order.” “You’re delusional if you think I’ll do anything for you, you murderer.” “I’m asking nicely, little brat. Don't make me show you what happens when I'm denied.” “You may try. Zeus will never let you near me. He will kill you.” He clicked his tongue dismissively. “That hybrid abomination doesn't know what I’m capable of. I might as well send him to your father.”

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

"Do not touch me." The hall quieted. He laughed. "Still pretending? Who else would you choose? Cassian Hadeion? The last scrap of Hades, hidden in the shadow wing because even Olympus cannot decide whether to pity him or fear him?" Several guests laughed with him. "He cannot stand in the sun without looking half-dead," Apollo went on. "His underworld wings were shattered in the chariot fall that killed his parents. Some say he will never fly again. Some say the darkness broke more than that. Is that the husband you want, Persephone?"

I said. "You'll be fine," he said. Something in his voice that was not quite reassurance and was more honest than reassurance. "You're the Moon Goddess's Chosen. Unpredictable is your baseline." I stood up. I picked up my bag. I looked north through the dark trees. Somewhere behind me, three hundred miles back, Kaden Cross was standing in his great hall looking at a stone floor that had glowed silver and making plans I was not going to be here for.

Michael and I look at each other stunned with this information. 'Its the gifts you guys are being given for merging the Moon Goddess bloodline with Hades bloodline.' Eos explains further. 'You will give birth to, two exceptional children. Both will have specific powers of their own.' Eos says with a smile. 'You're joining together has been prophesized for years.' Erebus says. Making both of them giddy with excitement. 'Wait so you have known who my mate would be this whole time.' Michael says upset. 'Yes, I was not allowed to say anything.' Erebus says in sorrow.

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

Gold dragons were wrapped around the body as though they were alive! Especially the head of the halberd that looked like a roaring dragon! “Hades, it’s not that easy to kill my friend to prove your path into the sixth zone of kingship.” Fennel said mildly, but the determination in his words was obvious. Hades roared, “You’re also one of the 12 Western Gods. Why are you helping him again and again? Don't forget the oath you made on Mount Olympus back then!” Fennel smiled and said, “Hades, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood. Although I’m a god, I don’t have to follow the rules of your Western underworld. This was what Zeus promised me.”