Hades Cabin Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t let silence steal what we still had left. After lunch with his parents—an unexpectedly warm and light-hearted affair—I excused myself and made my way toward the penthouse he had built near the lakeside. Hades had once called it his place of solitude, a space untouched by war, blood, and duty. It was tucked behind a grove of towering pines and silver oaks, and from afar, it looked like a hidden sanctuary.

OLD FLAMES ~STEPHAN Hades Suite and Resorts was a mixture of Japanese and Arabia aesthetics. It was built like a regular building and had electronic devices installed but there was a luminous lilac color that shone throughout. It was soothing. Everything had been taken care of but so Marylin, our guide led us to another wall-installed elevator but this one ascended. The lift opened and we stepped out. I wanted Pamela to see this so bad. The view was out of this world. I could see the whole underground metropolis from here.

Nebraska seemed to walk in her judgment and literally did. Sara at her side led her through one of the many wings of the mansion that she did not know. She seemed more nervous than herself. -Calm down Nebraska, you calm down- Her hands were sweaty and trembling slightly, that was not a good sign. They stopped in front of a massive oak door inlaid with metal and copper. The sound of it opening raised the skin of both wolves. Hades appeared with a serious and tense countenance, until he changed when he saw the omega.

The bright sunshine and people bustling around already had me excited to explore more but Hades said that he is tired and he will bring me out some other day for shopping. My jaw dropped on the floor the moment I saw Hades' mansion, it was beautiful and twice the size of my house. This man is loaded! He hooked his arm with mine as we walked in. The inside was lavishly gorgeous, I could slide on the marbled floor all day long! " Sage, I'll be back in a few minutes. You can look around." Hades mumbles, looking down at his phone before he walks out of the room.

They need to believe we had sex. I hear water stop running behind the adjoining bathroom door. Moving quickly, I grab pillows and blankets from the bed and throw them onto the floor. The bathroom door opens. I look up—and immediately regret having eyes. Hades walks out wearing only a black towel low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest. Broad shoulders, defined stomach, veins along his forearms, wet dark hair pushed back from his forehead. This should genuinely be considered psychological warfare. His silver eyes land on the pile of bedding on the floor. Then on me. “What are you doing?”

“Here we are.” Darkous lazy smile slipped from his face as he entered the room, disappointed in the chamber Hades had chosen to harbour the princess on her stay with him; the warm air tasting bitter on his tongue. Back at the mansion, his niece would have either stayed down in the depths of his basement, or been locked in the cage for days until the lord of hell had need of her again. And yet his brother had chosen a large open spaced chamber for her to stay in, the walls a warming earthy brown. Did Hades intend to make the girl comfortable, somehow trick her into thinking that he was reasonable? Shaking his head in confusion and perhaps annoyance, the psychopathic lord strolled towards a la

The living room was bathed in low lights, and I glanced around at all the interesting artifacts that filled the area, but I was curious about where all of Nikolai's troops were housed. “Where do all the others stay?” I pried cautiously. “There are bunkers built into the mountain beneath this house. You will see shortly once we head downstairs,” Jesse explained as we headed through a modern kitchen then toward another doorway. When she opened the heavy metal door, it creaked, unveiling a stone-carved passageway lit by cage-covered bulbs attached to the walls. “This is one of many safe houses for our kind and has been here for centuries,” she explained as we traversed down the metal staircase.

Hades added as sight searched for better view to catch a glimpse of Hades. I perceive the power the boy possess. "The celestial spark!" Sight catches a glimpse of Hades, possessing vigorous beards sitting at his throne made of black ebony. Clothed in rags, his left arm was over the arm keeper of the chair as he patted his three headed dog, Cerberus.

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

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.