Hades Crown Novels & Stories

It was quiet, so quiet if i was to gulp loudly, the whole room would hear it. The elder reached for the spectres on a red cushion placed on a wooden table and handed each of us to hold. "As Alpha Adrian's mate, his Luna, in blood, flesh and air, you will rise as the Queen of Cosmos Kingdom when I place this crown on your head." The elders thick voice announced. With my head bent low, I waited as the elder placed Adrian's crown on his head before reaching for my crown and gently placing it on mine. The crown was heavy, it was made out of pure gold and diamonds. I kept my neck straight, giving support to my head and allowed myself to get accustomed to the heaviness.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

"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.

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“Downstairs—go!” Before Sienna could move, a shape burst through the archway—tall, hooded, ski mask swallowing everything but a flash of eyes. He swung a crowbar, smashing a vase into a spray of white shards. Sienna’s heart skipped, then she bolted for the stairs, Roman on her heels. Another figure loomed, blocking Vivienne—she let out a scream, raw and wrong, nothing like her usual ice. “Vivienne!” Sienna yelled, twisting back, but Roman’s hand clamped her wrist, dragging her up the steps.

"You know who I am?" Frederick was shocked. The revelation caused a stir among the crowd. "Lord Hades, the Dark Monarch? He’s the renowned Lord Hades!" Everyone gasped in astonishment, their eyes widening in disbelief. Cassandra was even more shocked, and she stared at him in disbelief. That was indeed the most powerful man from the Northern Frontier and the top medical genius in the North! Hades, the Dark Monarch—her idol since childhood, the goal she had tirelessly aspired to achieve!

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

I had a faint idea what I wouldn’t like what I would hear next and true to what I thought, Chad added; “This girl… who is she?” The tingling sensation I felt trailing up my face was enough to let me know that I was blushing fiercely. I had no idea why he was so head bent on knowing who I was. I didn’t even have enough time to ponder over it because Hades turned around then. He took just one glance at me before he shook his head and looked away. “She’s Hailey, a slave I bought earlier today… and the enemy’s daughter.” “But she’s our mate.” Trent added, looking at me.

Which means whoever sent it has access to council infrastructure. No name. No identifying information. Three sentences. Vera Vane is not running for election. She is running to be host. The ritual does not require Darius anymore — it requires the crown. Whoever wears it on the night of the red moon becomes the vessel. She intends to wear it. I read it twice. Hand it to Kael. He reads it. Sets it down. The red moon. I have heard that phrase before — the captured Purist said it in Chapter 35 of a future I have not reached yet. But I feel the weight of it now. A specific date. A specific astronomical event. Not metaphor.