Hades Crown Novels & Stories

Whatever it takes. I followed behind a group of Ministers a little distance off, curious about what the crowd was about. A group of vampire members entered a little later and I stopped realising it as one of their monthly meetings. Great, that’s what we needed, more of those leeches stuck together in a closed room. However, as much as I was annoyed to see them, the person my eyes narrowed on was the head of them all. Hades. He was decked in complete black, a reflection of his soul maybe, he didn’t wear a smile as the others had and certainly not like the bimbo that stood beside him smiling like an idiot. I snickered and his head tilted a little, until he stared into my direction as if he cou

Kiernan explained casually, picking lint off his fur coat as the silver crown on his head glittered, bouncing off the moonlight. I could tell from the creepy-looking dolls they had stabbed into the gray pillars lining the black carpet. The way evil-looking totems with seven heads hung from the ceiling, chinkling lightly in the wind in a way that made goosebumps pop on the back of my neck. “Then its a good thing I don't believe in the Goddess either, Your Majesty. I have Hades’ powers protecting me, and the goddess is no match for that.” I vowed, pulling the hood of my cape back to show him my raven-black hair and the red-eye ring that glowed on my finger.

In my blood. Floating like code etched in violet lightning across the inside of my skull. *System Rebooting........ Full System Unlock* *Triggered By Self Sacrifice.* *(Accessed via oath-mark neural link – December 14, 2030)* The world—dream or real—fades to black. A heads-up display blooms open, like the crown finally decided to stop whispering and start screaming. Crown of Dacia and Twin Thunder Crown Hud **[Basic Info]** **Name:** Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke (née Morau)

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

he replied lowering his head. "Listen to me carefully, I know you four have a lot many questions in your head, I will definitely answer them all one by one, first of all, you need to understand the exact situation," Henry said pointing to the four youngsters...Mars, Olivia, Zenia and Marcus. four of them nodded... "what I am going to tell you now is more fascinating than your imagination..." Henry continued... "Draco has a backup of his powers stored in his crown. The person who wears the crown will automatically get his powers." he meticulously enchants the crown with his all powers, long before the attack"

“It’s perfect. It looks like a throne.” Claudine just looked at him and laughed. “Babe, we already have a crib. We bought one months ago.” Hades shook his head, a huge grin on his face. “That was before we knew we were having a princess. That old crib… it’s a peasant’s crib. It’s for a commoner. This one… this is fit for my daughter. My little Vancouver princess.” He pointed a large finger at the crib. “And it's not even about the money, wifey. It's about a legacy. My daughter will not sleep in something that doesn’t have gold on it.”

I stopped fighting it. Hades walked in the door a moment later, dressed in a deep blue three-piece suit. With his dark hair and shadow across his jawline, he was suave in appearance, both beautiful and deadly. “Good evening, Maria.” He greeted her with a partial smile and a hand on her shoulder.

Seris wandered through the chambers, each one a testament to the power and majesty of its respective deity. In the Chamber of Hades, Seris felt the weight of the underworld bearing down upon her. Hades, resplendent in his black and silver armor, stood before his throne, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his presence seemed to draw the very light out of the air. Unlike the Hades she met previously, he looks more serious, his final form is remarkable.