Hades Aidoneus Novels & Stories

“I never got your name.” He slowly turned back to the balcony. “Hades.” I couldn’t control the eyebrow that rose up my face. “That’s your name?” “Yes. Not as beautiful as Sofia, but it will do.” “Isn’t that the god of the underworld?” “Yes, to those who believe in Greek mythology. Are you one of those people?” “No. But it’s still an interesting name.”

His chest heaved heavily with sadness and a little trace of tears appeared near his eyes but he pushed it back with all power he had. “Why did I go there?” He questioned himself as his chest was still heaving bitterly. Still there, A Ferrari Masterati Sports car sped up beside him from the tarred road beside and another man came out and rushed to him. “Gamma, are you fine?” The concerned fellow tried pulling him up. Gamma Adonai refused to bulge, as he ran his hand through his hair harshly, and for the first time since Alpha King Elon, (Nirvana’s husband) knew Adonai who was his best friend, he saw him cry.

The second we step through, I remember exactly what Elysium is. The paradise of the dead. Clear skies. Rolling green hills. Blossoming flowers. Fruit trees. Peaceful, radiant beauty. We have to jog to keep up with Hades’ pace until we reach a small wooden hut with a thatched roof. Hades pounds on the door. It opens to reveal an older man—mortal-looking, stooped, with long white hair. “Lord Hades,” the man says, dropping to one knee. “Rise, Odysseus,” Hades replies. “I have a mission for you. These wolves and witches are going to Tartarus—and they’ll need a guide.”

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

"Think! I'm not even here, it's just a piece of my protective aura to hold the bridge. Which you and your friends are royally fucking up by the way. In truth, it is you being punished. You are making your own hell, Shadwell. Snap the fuck out of it, boy!" "I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BOY!!" Hades lashed out against the piece of King's aura. The sands were spiraling around him as he drew in every bit of power he could grab. "I am Hades. I am Doll's Innehavre and there is nothing some echo of an old, half-dead tom can say to change that fact."

And the smile didn’t belong to Don anymore. It was Victor’s smile. Twisted. Corrupted. “I’m Dareon,” he said softly. “Second son of Hades. Twin to the boy you promise to love and anchor.” Jo’s heart stopped. The chamber tilted. The breath in her lungs turned to ice. She’d heard the stories. Hades had two sons. But she’d never met the other. There were rumours that the weaker twin died at birth. The royal bloodline had buried it—hidden him like a shameful secret.

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.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Hades and his three-headed dog, Cerberus, are awaiting my arrival. “Daughter of Selene,” he bows and holds his hand out to help me off the boat. I hesitate, not sure that I should trust of the God of the Underworld. “Oh, come off it, Iokaste,” he rolls his eyes in frustration, “You’re not getting to Melinoë’s part of this realm without me and my dear brother insists I need to help you after your terrific power play on Mount Olympus.” “Melinoë?” I ask. I push my hood back and let him see my face, “I am grateful for your help, but I’m here to see Mesperyian, Sir.”