Hades Father And Mother Novels & Stories

he smirked, he seemed to be enjoying this, "they would have killed you or me. But fret not over this, my Aphrodite, 'tis all in the past. We must focus on our present and future." I swallowed, "how are you so..." I refrained from asking about why he was so casual with killing people, "are you all right? Who of your family did you kill?" "Only my mother and sister," he responded. "Oh, my," I sighed, "what of your father then?" "I killed my father and brothers a century ago when we fought for dominance." "Fought for dominance?" "Dominance, power, wealth, all of those sorts. That is what happens with vampires, my Aphrodite. We are power hungry and fear not with killing our own blood to get it."

Fiora said, “Mr. Barlow, you and my dad have been friends for decades. You’ve seen him through it all, so you should know what I mean.” Hayden knew. He knew, of course. In order to fight for power, Lord Vedastus had changed. He had grown manic and would not recognize anyone as his family. Family? It had long become just a formality to him. That delicate father-daughter relationship had long since ceased to exist. In fact, it was not just Lord Vedastus, it was the same for even Hayden. Only at the moment when his own son and godson died did Hayden suddenly realize that he had not been with his children for a long time.

He saw his mother and me face-to-face and immediately knew how bad it was. “Mother.” He came to my side, positioning himself slightly in front of me. “Welcome home.” “Vincent!” Francesca’s voice was sharp with emotion. “Look what you’ve done! You hurt your own son for her! How long will you let this woman fool you?” “Mother, it’s not what you think…” “Not what I think?” she cut him off. “Then tell me why Dante is broken and beaten! Why he’s been stripped of his birthright! The cause of all this is standing right next to you!”

he said, though there was no suspicion in his voice – only curiosity. "And there is something familiar about you, though I know we have never met before. Are you... are you one of the divine ones who walk among us now?" Eirene smiled, reaching out to touch the bark of the olive tree beside them, feeling its steady life force beneath her fingers. "I am Eirene, daughter of Hera and Zeus," she said simply. "Though I think of myself more as a bridge between worlds than as something separate from either." Instead of being overwhelmed, Lysander’s eyes lit up with interest.

The need to have Hades' head hung at the mountain top for all to witness drove my zeal to an immeasurable peak thereby turning my limitations into possibilities. “Please fuck me.” She begged desperately, sliding her palm over my hairy chest and next sinking her tongue into my mouth forcibly with her hands raking on my red hair. Mother birthed Hades and me similar as babies but with different hair and eyes colors we were alike only in facial features but as we grew older he tends to grow more muscular and his height towered over mine which wasn’t far from his but was differentiable. He had chestnut hair, sapphire gold eyes, and a special touch-up to his features that hit his male beauty to th

He was everything an omega like me was never supposed to have. And yet… the bond pulsed between us, undeniable, ancient, alive. My mate. A murmur rippled through the gathered pack members. Some gasped. Some stared at me in open disbelief. Others laughed softly, cruelly, as if the Moon Goddess herself had made a terrible joke. Me? Elara, the quiet omega who cleaned the council hall, who kept her head down, who spoke only when spoken to. I took a step forward before fear could stop me. “Alpha Kael…” My voice shook. “I...I think..."

Zeus descended the throne, his blackened robes skimming each step. “Why are they chained?” Vulcan spoke up. Holding his ax close to his chest, Zeus walked toward his son. “My son,” his hand went out to cup Vulcan’s cheek. Vulcan only ripped it away and spat at his feet. “Hades is more of a father than you.” Zeus’ eyes didn’t even acknowledge the statement, only chuckled as his attention went back to me. “I’m waiting,” Zeus hummed.

"How are they even involved in this?" Hades looked at her and for a moment, she feared for life. Then he said, "Your parents wanted to have a child but they couldn't seem to bear one. They have been trying and trying and then praying to the gods who, by the way, did not bother to listen. It probably took them several years to realize they're praying to the wrong gods and they started to come to me." Her body went cold. Not because of the tendrils of smoke but because of the dread as she listened to his story.

It's rare to have the power of 2 gods like Atia, let alone three. I myself am the son of a father who was a descendant of Zeus and a mother who was the descendant of Hera, but I only have the power of Zeus. My sister Giuna has both the power of Zeus and Hera, but my sister Riara only has the power of Zeus as well. Genetics are weird like that. Either way, it is pretty much unheard of to have a child with the power of 3 different gods, yet we are going to have 2. Soon enough, shock gives way to excitement as I think about my future son and two daughters the the children of gods, who give birth much faster than humans, and Atia is the daughter of Hades, so in three months I'm going to be a fat

“It’s not Hades who made me miserable, it is Aphrodite. She has ruined my life, she is the reason why I am suffering, why Rubin is suffering.” Aeon shrugs a shoulder and sighs, “I guess you are right about that, mate, but really – it was Hades who’s been chasing you for years! He is the one who killed your adoptive parents and if Gaea weren’t there, he would have taken you too!” “Hades is only doing that because Aphrodite promised him my soul and you know that our promises shall not be broken; It is our absolute law, higher than the powers we possessed.”