Hades Crown Novels & Stories

Hades nodded his head quickly and steadily. “I know for sure, being one of the people from Ocean Blue Land, I do have quite a lot of enemies who’ve been waiting for doing some harm either to me or to my beloved people around me. Therefore, I gave you these earrings with some of my supernatural power in them,” uttered Hades lovingly. “Thanks for always taking care of me, Brother Hades... Love you as always...” Hanny was seen drowning herself within her handsome husband’s warm and cozy hug. “My pleasure of taking care of you and our baby, My Hanny Darling...” Hades was seen fondling his lovely beautiful wife’s hair, head and back.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

But looking upon her now, upon the woman he had broken and the goddess she had become, Kael finally understood the truth. He was nothing but the beginning of her story. And perhaps, perhaps, he could still play a part in its end. “Zayn!” Adrien barked over the roar of the storm. His voice was hoarse, but urgent. “Tell me how to sever it. The crown, how do we break its hold?” Zayn’s pale face whipped toward him, horror carved into every line. “You don’t! You can’t! That crown is no artifact, it is a living dominion. It does not break. It consumes!”

And without Tamara, no one could ever tame the raging beast – trying to take over him. He could feel the same scorching feeling that it was burning everything inside him. His eyes were moistened with tears – not out of pain or sorrow, but because of the hot temperature that was building inside him. It was turning into a bloodshot red as the veins around it were turning purple. King Hades crouched like a ball – hugging his both knees. He let his golden crown roll onto the marbled floor, because the fiery sensation was starting to sear his skin – slowly becoming unbearable to him.

The fire cracked, shattered, and he was gone—his scream swallowed by the night. Behind me, Hades roared. He was no longer the quiet, calculating person I knew. His claws had extended, eyes blazing like hellfire. A black crown formed on his head, a sigil of his bloodline—The King of Vampires. In a blur of movement, he tore through the circle, his fangs gleaming and soaked in red. Magic clashed with demonic rage as he summoned storms of bats, each one carrying shards of shadow-magic that exploded upon contact.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

Determined to thwart their plans, the king and Addison had devised a strategy to catch them off guard Before leaving his chambers, Addison retrieved his prized azure sword, a symbol of his authority and readiness to defend his kingdom. As they stepped out of the palace, they were greeted by a line of imperial knights, resplendent in their armor, each holding a gleaming sword, mounted on majestic horses.. Meanwhile, within the halls of the Adelstein residence, a sense of urgency pervaded the air as the family made their final preparations for the impending rebellion. The Duke of Adelstein fervently sharpened his sword when a breathless knight burst into the chamber.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”