Hades Descendants 4 Novels & Stories

“It’s been bloody boring without your parties. Everyone misses you. Leave this miserable pack in the dirt where it belongs.” A sad smile touches my lips. I hug her tighter. “I missed you guys too.” “I don’t think she’ll be staying at your estate for very long once we reach the Imperial Capital,” a deep, smooth voice purrs from the balcony doorway. My parents and I break apart instantly. Hades steps through the glass doors, his black fur cloak swishing around his boots. He holds a fresh goblet of dark liquor, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he looks at my family.

"I am the protector of the sacred treasures and I have already told you everything. You are late and the sacred treasure of the gods has belonged to a young man of pure blood." "Tell me! who is he? What kind of person is he? Tell me quickly!" shouted Aiden. He couldn't wait to find that person and snatch the sacred treasure from him. "He is a descendant of the Great God, a brown-haired youth with beautiful sapphire blue eyes. The sacred treasure is in his hands, it is impossible for you to obtain it! So, forget it!" "God's descendant? dammit! Did he find this place before me? I must snatch the sacred treasure from his hands before he gets his wish!" he thought. Aiden immediately walked away

he complained. Instead of smiting him right there and then as Winters had feared, the god impatiently gestured for his servants, the undead, who all marched right towards them from the shadows all from different directions; the undead were renowned fallen soldiers of all ages, all who had died in battle and now served directly under Hades, ready to fight and kill any living being on sight should their god wish it. “William, was it? Very well... gentlemen, take this audacious brat out of my sight,” Hades commanded, “Do not harm him. See to it that he returns home.”

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

He had accepted the offer, hoping that his real father could see him on the TV. Meanwhile, Xavier learned to code and hack with the help of Theo, so that he could search for his real father on the internet. “That man looks hideous and doesn't resemble us at all! He can't possibly be our dad! On the contrary, the man I found today looks more like our daddy!” Xavierpouted grumpily. I hated this, I hated crushing his spirit and being the bad guy. Fine. He is persistent when it comes to this. It seems like I have no choice but to take a look at what he found.

He hadn’t seen this coming, this sudden announcement of their engagement. Dana, oblivious to the tension in the room, continued to ramble on about her excitement. Her words were a jarring contrast to the growing sense of dread that filled the air. “My grandfather and Hades’ father agreed to our marriage!” She continued, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “Are you excited, my H—” Before she could finish, the atmosphere shifted, a palpable sense of danger filling the room. Hades’ eyes had turned an intense amber, his body tense with rage. He grabbed Dana’s shoulders, his claws digging into her flesh, making her bleed.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

The runes pulsed brighter, casting ethereal light across the ceremonial ground. “Do not cry for him. He was never worthy.” I clutched my head, rocking slightly. “Who… who are you?” I whispered inside my mind. “Your other half. Feel me, Aurora. Feel our strength rising.” The voice wrapped around my shattered heart like a warm embrace, easing the worst of the tearing sensation just enough for me to lift my head. Xavier was still standing there, but his expression had shifted from disgust to confusion as he stared at the glowing marks on my skin. Lila clung tighter to him, her smile faltering.

“Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like the real vampires. Characteristics like changing into bats, sleeping in coffins, and being repelled by garlic were nothing more than someone’s creative imagination Gabriel, you know that. We knew then that if people had discovered the real vampires the stories would have been very different. I can only assume that after the plague they all died out and none were never discovered.” “So, you and your sisters are the only five living descendants left in the world?” “No, there are others,” she told him. “I can feel them out there somewhere. Their vibration is faint, but I know

As soon as she finished speaking, the younger brother took Vanilla's hand as if it were made of porcelain and then kissed it. — I am Viscount Tado, the funny, of Casis and my brother is Duke Tado, the strong, of Casis. We are children of Tauros II the Duke of Casis. — So funny or whatever his real name is, he bowed and exaggerated gestures to impress Vani. It is easier to call them Tado I and II.