Hades Castle Novels & Stories

The only light comes from a single candle in the corner. And beside it, sitting cross‑legged, her hair streaked with red and black, her face older and tired but unmistakable, Delaney. Raven’s mother. She turns toward me slowly, eyes full of sorrow. “You should have listened to my warnings,” she says softly. “You should have stayed with Raven.” My throat tightens. “Delaney… where am I?” Delaney’s eyes stay fixed on the candle flame, her voice barely above a whisper. “You need to find a way out,” she says. “The Hallow will come soon. And when it does… it will take from you.”

“Oh oh.” “Who?” I asked, following his gaze. The bike cut off. Silence—then chaos. Hades swung his leg off the bike like he owned the ground beneath him. Tall. Calm. Alpha energy screaming without him saying a word. His eyes scanned the crowd once, bored—until they landed on me. My breath hitched. “He’s here,” Hayden muttered. “Who’s here?” Lena whispered urgently. Hayden didn’t look away. “Hades.” My heart slammed against my ribs.

What stone could I choose this time? “Honey, where are we going?” He didn’t answer. It was weird. First time he ever ignored me. Ever since Mike and Emily disappeared, Kevin was acting strange. “You saw that Mike and Emily won some awards. Emily won the special prize for her new book. Supposedly, it sold over four hundred million copies worldwide in a brief time. There’s a book launch today.” “Fuck!” he said through gritted teeth. “When is it?” “It says here it starts in an hour.”

"Are you sure Riven has really disappeared for weeks now?",Adromalius asked as he gazed at the bleak world before him. No matter how much he went into Tartarus, he could never get used to the chaos and agonized screams that echoed every time. He gazed at Hades, the king of the underworld, waiting for an answer to his questions. Hades held the glass dome containing Layla's blood in his palm. He swirled it occasionally, and each time he did, a devilish look would appear on his face.

This whole building feels like a prison; the least I could get is a nice view, and boy, do I get one. The room is right on the side of the training grounds, and my eyes immediately fall on none other than the man himself, Rogue Alpha - Nero Hades. Nero is standing in front of everyone in all his glory, wearing nothing but his suit slacks. Bloody Hell, the man is the embodiment of the ancient Greek gods, and the scars covering his skin make the view times a thousand times better.

And I noticed that despite the overwhelming amount of black in the room I was well lit as was the rest of the castle even in places without windows like the throne room. We entered the room on the left of the throne and I immediately noticed a tea table set for two. One of the chairs was currently occupied by a man dressed in white, with shoulder-length golden blonde hair that seemed to glow and since we entered from behind him, I couldn't see his face. We moved up to the other chair, Hades sat and pulled me onto his lap, he wrapped his arm around me and I leaned into his embrace and turned to look over at the other man.

“Can you at least try to be tolerable for a short moment in respect of this gathering?” 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.

Unfortunately, it needed to be done, and they couldn’t do anything but to counter whatever their enemies were trying to do. The moment they stepped out of the castle; it was officially declared. A war was already being declared – whether they liked it or not. *** POV: King Hades Pierce His darkened aura instantly intensified as he felt the odd aura that was surrounding the entire castle. The moment they saw he and Raven graced the courtyard, the alpha of the packs that still remained as the Hunting Game halted, instantly went near them, But they didn’t say a word, for the King and the Prince’s emotionless expression and impeccable strong dark aura effortlessly made their spine shiver.

Had it only been a matter of time before he was going to have to deal with this psycho? Before he knew it, Hades was pulled up the short ladder and dropped unceremoniously into an opening in the floor of the wagon. It was dark inside, but that made sense. A blind tom had no reason to light a candle or leave the door open for sunlight. Hades started digging really deep, trying to find the way he could break out of this damned spell. But every spell he knew was thwarted because he needed to move or speak to enact it. The few that didn't need movement would do nothing to the trap spell.

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