Hades Demons Novels & Stories

16 TIME IS REBORN Hades stormed as the ambience that was felt was thus to mark his presence. Hades, the personification of evil from the pantheon of the greek stormed the scene as the two demons fled instantly the two demons being Beelzebub and Samuel. They indeed feared Hades, all left was the last and unknown person, the figure who stood opposite to the rushing darkness of Hades which came as a heavy and fast cloud towards this figure.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

I felt the silent comforting presence of Adrian and Morris beside me and knew that they were following me. Even though my destination was the Gate, I kept an eye on everything happening around me. I saw Persephone controlling wines that wrapped around the demons. Hades was next to her with black smoke rolling off him in waves. The God of the Underworld seemed absolutely content while sending the demons to his realm. I saw a giant wave of water sweeping out demons and drowning them. Poseidon had started his charm…

Hades POV Hades knows what is currently happening, he has demons everywhere to inform him. He wants to see how the war goes and if the opportunity arises, he will take Lennox for himself. He will send one of his warriors to fetch the child, everyone will be to busy to notice him. He will watch the war through his demons and decide if and when he has the chance to take what he desires most. Rogue King POV

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

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.

Vinde was overcome with excruciating pain and he screamed out and tried to get out of the pool but Gentel held him in so he would suffer some more. The others couldn’t help him even if they wanted to because they didn’t want Gentel to transfer her anger to them. She was by far the best fighter of all the demons but she wasn’t the most ruthless. That title fell to Sader, a five-thousand-year-old demon who didn’t talk much because he preferred to use actions instead. Sader watched the confrontation between his siblings from where he was sitting and he seemed like he was enjoying Vinde’s torture. He chuckled a bit, a sound so devoid of volume that it was barely heard by the others but Gentel he

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe