Greek God Hades Novels & Stories

He felt restless and uneasy, and he didn't know what to do. ***** THE UNDERWORLD Ares, the god of war, strode confidently through the dark and foreboding halls of the underworld. He had come to seek an alliance with Hades, the god of the dead, in order to overthrow Zeus and take his place as ruler of the gods. He knew the only person he could turn to was Hades. And he needed some insiders, which was some of the gods. He already had Apollo thinking deep and he knew he wouldn't be able to reject his offer. He needed Artemis by his side as well but since she was tough nut to crack, he would meet the most important person first — Hades.

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,"

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.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

The backseat door of the Maybach was pulled open by Godvric and Xavier stepped outta the car with a stern expression. Chad had also come to welcome the big boss with a happy face.. "Lord Xavier, you came!" Chad was grinning from ear to ear and Xavier only ruffled his hair and walked into the unknown location with Chad and Godvric tailing behind with a happy smile on his face.. Chad Knew Xavier's ways of acknowledging anyone down here was ruffling their hair since he doesn't like talking too much.. "Where is he?" He asked when he arrived at the control room and Chad immediately pointed at a cell on the screen.

Forced to wed Hades, the God of the underworld, Persephone lived a miserable life despite being the daughter of Zeus. She found her bestfriend in her own brother Kratos who, like her was betrayed by their own. They were more than similar than they thought they were not.

Poseidon murmured, his ocean-blue eyes dark with fury. Ares let out a low, amused chuckle, standing up from his seat. His crimson armor shimmered in the dim light, and the flames of war flickered in his irises. “Finally,” he said, rolling his shoulders, his bloodthirsty smirk sending chills down the spines of the lesser gods in the room. “It’s been too long since I’ve crushed something beneath my feet.” Hades was the last to move. He did so slowly, his dark robes barely making a sound. The room dimmed as his presence expanded, and shadows curled around him like sentient entities. His cold, eerie eyes flickered toward Zeus.

- You are at the gates of the moon goddess' kingdom. If this is the Goddess Kingdom, I must have died. - Who are you? - I'm Hades, and I'm the king of hell. I shudder. - What do you want from me? - I come to get you. You don't deserve to be here. Your place is in hell. But rejoice, Your beloved son, Jackson, is there too.

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.