Hades Dios Novels & Stories

"Think! I'm not even here, it's just a piece of my protective aura to hold the bridge. Which you and your friends are royally fucking up by the way. In truth, it is you being punished. You are making your own hell, Shadwell. Snap the fuck out of it, boy!" "I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BOY!!" Hades lashed out against the piece of King's aura. The sands were spiraling around him as he drew in every bit of power he could grab. "I am Hades. I am Doll's Innehavre and there is nothing some echo of an old, half-dead tom can say to change that fact."

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

What kind of being was that golden-armored man sitting on the throne in the void? He could master such horrifying dark power. Combined with the environment of this battle and what the God of War of Mysterious Frost and the others had said, it was very likely that this man was the legendary Hades True Immortal. This was the first time that Ding Hao had seen the image of Hades True Immortal so clearly. It was different from the image of the ferocious and fierce peerless Demon King in his imagination. Instead, the True Immortal had some unparalleled momentum like that of the War God.

I was essentially stuck in the middle, not fully on one side or the other. It did not take long for Hades to be called Dad. He was a fun-loving guy that I respected a great deal. He was one of the more mellow God of the bunch, but he was one of the most protective as well. He was also quirky with a great sense of humor. We developed a deep connection and bond over the years.

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

There was regret in his eyes so evident that it rang out in words. "Rain, you ask if I wanted it to be the only way out." "No!" I knew by one look at those scared eyes that I was in denial, but I was afraid it would crush me and choose to look away from the gaze that scratched ones heartstrings in a song of melancholy. "So why doesn't Hades affect me?" Noticing how I neither accept to agree or disagree, he replies with a calmer tone. "Lord Hades being the God of the underworld gives him power over death and the afterlife thus creating a state of balance. It is similar to how the gods residing in Olympus are closer to life.

“The Council were seeking for a sixth member after the passing of one of theirs, and decided I qualified to fill in the gap.” “The passing of their member? I thought immortals like them don’t die?” I’d watched Cassian snap Octavia’s neck, only for her to pop it back into place like that was normal. “Everything on this earth is perishable, Darrel.” It was known that Darth was a servant of Hades and if that was true, he should be an enemy to the Council. The Moon goddess and Hades were enemies and had not a single thing in common. While the moon goddess was all about love and happiness, Hades was all about death and malice.

I recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me. “Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”

forgot its exact name, 3rd after he pulled the evil pieces from his body and reborn as a dragon) So he's pretty much an anomaly who's able to cheat dead 3 times and that might be why he came to LD domain in the 1st place because the 'system' might think of him as either already dead or he became a species of Death God like LD herself albeit not pure Death God like LD. If its put to level LD understanding on the Dao of Death is lv.100 while he's still lv.1 Hades never fully understand it hence why he become a part skeleton and you could say he's false death god.

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.