Hades Crown Novels & Stories

"But yes, I am leaving. Not because I want to, but because the multiverse needs what I have become." "That is not fair," Elena said, tears streaming down her face. "You fought so hard to save us. You should get to enjoy what you built." "Life is not about enjoying what we build. It is about building things for others to enjoy." I knelt to her level, my cosmic form adjusting to mortal scale. "But I will carry every memory of you, every moment of courage you showed, everywhere I go." "Promise?" "I promise." The coronation ceremony was hastily arranged but no less meaningful for its speed. Luna stood before the assembled nobles and commoners, wearing the ancient Moonspire crown that had been hi

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"

'Until then, I trust no one. Elly--aka--Levara's gaze moved forward, the doors leading toward the Emperor's private wing were getting closer, her footsteps remained calm and elegant and her expression remained that of the beloved Crown Princess. But beneath that composed face, a single promise burned fiercely.

“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.

She wore rags that had once been clothing, torn and filthy, barely covering the worst of the damage done to her body. But it was her eyes that destroyed him. They were the color of storm clouds, grey with hints of silver, and they burned with a defiance that should have been impossible. She'd been beaten, starved, chained, sold—and still, *still*, there was fire in her gaze as she was hauled onto that platform. *Mate,* his wolf whispered with absolute certainty. *MATE.* And Kael Dravenhart, Crown Prince of Virelion, heir to the throne, trained weapon of his father's will, felt his entire world shatter and reform around the broken girl on the platform.

"As for you, Lorenzo. You say she isn't 'clean'?" "In my eyes, her soul is ten thousand times more noble than your putrid heart." "For every insult you hurl at her, I will strip you of one of your territories." Lorenzo’s face turned deathly, translucent pale. Greed and terror fought a violent battle in the depths of his eyes. He opened his mouth, but the vile words were choked back by the icy realization of his crumbling empire. Sebastian didn't give him another look. He waved a hand in unfiltered disgust.

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.