Hades Cabin Novels & Stories

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

5 down. I crept low and slowly to the entrance to Haven. I knew right where to find it but I also knew the odds that there was someone right through the entrance were good. The cave and tunnel were barely big enough for a person to get through but that doesn’t mean Kayden didn’t think to shove one of his goons in there as a blockade and a guard.

Hades prioritized his efforts on Poseidon for the time being because that was the reason he had traveled all the way here in the first place. “What brought you here, Hades?” Poseidon greeted Hades, who had just entered the penthouse, in his customary stern manner. Poseidon had never before shown anyone, not even his brother Hades, the staggeringly beautiful penthouse that he had built for himself. The upper penthouse of Poseidon features a rooftop pool and summer kitchen that is outfitted with integrated appliances, motorized cabinetry with customizable cabinet colors, and under-counter wine coolers from Miele. Hades put on a phony smile as he greeted Poseidon. “I've come to this place to ha

well still with the same jacket. Up ahead was a cabin. Made of wood if my sober mind was working correctly. Small and cozy hidden by the tons of trees behind it. It has a few lights on, two lanterns outside the door and the fireflies roaming about making it all look like a magical place from one of those Disney live action movies. Zade moved towards the cabin and when he reaches the door I expected him to put me down inorder to open it but he merely kicked the door with his boot, opening it.

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. .

Epilogue - Part 2 Shadwell Sebastien Woolsey, also known as Hades, stomped in out of the rain, shaking it off his fur before he went any further into the house than the entry hall. He could hear the commotion in the main room. It was the kind of overwhelming noise only two bunnies, one large Northern Forest tom, a cosmic entity, and ten kits could make. It was the sound of a happy home, one that Hades had never dared to dream he could have. After his own rough upbringing with a sire who was embarrassed to be a Black-fur and an anonymous no-fur father, Hades had long since put aside any thoughts of being a sire himself.

Hades just nodded "So are you in?" "Of course! No one would deny such an offer. His majesty, the great Hades Shaw, is cooking dinner for them" Ana said dramatically, trying to tease him. Hades chuckled at her words, he was happy that she accepted his offer. They drove to a high end area surrounded with skyscrapers. Hades lived on the 55th floor in a penthouse and as soon as they entered Anastasia was flabbergasted by the view in front of her. She ran towards the ceiling to floor windows and couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sunset. Hades walked and stood beside her, he was enjoying another beauty.

It seems as though they’ve been left in a whole new world all by themselves. “Here we are guys, welcome to the Lakewood Cabin,” Stacie announced, smile fading as she tried to detect an approving look on their faces in the moon lit night.

For all his power and control, there was something haunted about him tonight. “You look like a man who’s running from ghosts,” she murmured. His lips twitched. “Maybe I am.” By the time they reached the cabin, the rain had started. It was hidden deep in the woods, surrounded by tall pines and fog that swallowed everything beyond a few feet. The house looked abandoned — old, silent, and perfect for someone who didn’t want to be found. Adrien parked the car and got out first, scanning the surroundings before motioning for her to follow. Inside, the air was cold but dry, smelling faintly of wood and dust. He moved through the rooms like he knew them by heart — checking windows, locking doors, l

“My lady, please, the Son of Hades is waiting for you.” She blew the handsome bodyguard a kiss and got into the room. Once she was in, the door closed. All her eyes could see was a man standing in front of the big window of the hotel room, wearing a blue bathrobe. He had a tequila in his right hand. The confident pose told Leona he was a young man, not so young, but pretty young compared to the other men she had to have sex with to climb the mountain and be who she was in that short period of time. “So, you’re the Son of Hades?” She asked, putting a hand on her waist.