Hades Crown Novels & Stories

“Go in my room and bring me the vial with a red rose-shaped cap.” Creasing her forehead, Emery stared at her with her eyes full of suspicion. “Queen Emery, worry not. I have several Venside antidotes.” “Venside? It is not that the rarest antidote against cyanide? How did you acquire it?” Princess Natalia softened her expression and looked away from the queen. Her shoulders drooped as a small, sad smile formed on her lips.

All I hear is, "By the power vested upon me, you will become the queen of Evergreen, from today until forever!" A maid removes my crown and my father stands up. He walks next to the high priest. The priest takes a few steps back and my father takes the queen's crown. Gently, he crowns me with it and says, "I am so proud of you!" I force a smile and curtsy as father nods and goes back into his place. I face the crowd once and for all. The high priest announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Children, world-- help me welcome the new Queen of Evergreen, Aurora Wintershade!"

Taking a few deep breaths, he summoned his Shadows which surrounded him quickly, making a circle gesture with his index finger the shadows quickly formed a dark portal. A man's face was seen, his eyes were filled with darkness and evil. Two horns were seen on his forehead. He was Hades. "Did you get the Princess soul?" Hades demanded. "Yes Hades, I did." He answered and unlocked the bottle and the soul in it slowly came out of the bottle, it went straight to the portal and Hades caught it with his bare hand. "You did a good job." Hades said, smiling. "I hope this will be the last one. I am killing Hades, I have already killed over fifteen (15) Princesses since I entered the human realm and I

THE APPEARANCE OF HADES THE DEMON KING In the kingdom of Mephistopheles , the News of the fairy born of winter spread throughout her kingdom. Queen Lilith finally decides to find a way to get access to their kingdom without them knowing. The queen summoned a demon King called Hades. He was known as the king of the underworld and God of death as his powers were unstoppable! His appearance alone was quite alarming as thunderstorm lighting bolts where everywhere, he appeared in a blue-gray humanoid with flaming blue hair, wearing a Black robe and a smoky Base. When he gets red his skin bursts into flames and his hair turns yellow-orange.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

A dead son. A throne that should’ve been his, given instead to his younger brother a man who’d been weak, emotional, easily manipulated. And when Aldric died under suspicious circumstances (poison, everyone whispered, though no one dared say it aloud), the crown had gone to Aldric’s boy. To Daemon, who was even weaker than his father, even more easily corrupted. Now, at three in the morning, with his knees aching against stone worn smooth by centuries of penitence, Marcus received the message.

"He doesn't want any information about the moonstone. He wants to control it for himself. And if he cannot control the power of the Moonstone... he's going to destroy it." Her words hit me even before the meaning settled in. It felt like a blow to my chest—sharp and sudden. My breath hitched in my throat for a brief moment. I was frozen in that spot, staring at her intensely, confused. "What?" I breathed the word out. "Listen to me," she held me by the shoulders tightly. It felt like a call to brace for something much... deeper than what she already said. "Just the way the Moonstone is a sacred artifact to you, the Lycans have theirs. It's called the Crown of Thorns. Whoever wears this crown

Chapter 44 CAELUM The dome disappeared. The damp soil was replaced by gleaming granites as the smell of death, moss and rotting flowers infiltrated my lungs. “I’m glad you called. I was hoping for a much earlier meeting but it seems that you are kept busy by that charming little cupid,” His voice eerily echoed and I look around noticing his dark form that is drawing close. Hades pulls off his coat and his luminous blue hair floated, licking the top of his head. Curiously, I observed how each strand of his hair drifted as though the wind is blowing at it.

Was there truly a traitor among them, working from within the school’s walls? Suddenly, a timid voice broke through the tension, drawing all eyes to its source. It was a young girl standing near the front of the crowd, her voice barely above a whisper. “M-my name is Leona Nightingale,” she stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “I-I am part of The Averrant.” Before anyone could react, Caleb’s katana flashed in the air, and with a swift movement, he struck down Leona. Shock rippled through the crowd as her body fell to the ground, blood staining the earth beneath her.

Harald has got to be a thousand years old – he must have done one or two coronations in that time! “May the Primordial Goddess of Night, Nyx herself, from whom all vampires are born and her daughter, Hecate, who performed ancient magiks to form bodies free from decay both bless this crown and sanctify thy servant Rasmus upon whose head this day thou dost place it as a sign of royal majesty and acceptance. With thee and through thee may King Rasmus liveth and reigneth, supreme over all things, one King, one world without end…” Then, as Harald landed the crown on Rasmus’ head he proclaimed, “GODDESS SAVE THE KING!”