Hades Game Romance Novels & Stories

She sighed, looking happily out the window, barely seeing the scenery passing by. Hades was silent, brooding. He’d kissed Marissa as a test, a way to see if he would experience the same heat, the same tingling, the same arousal as he felt with Raven. IT had been an experiment of sorts. He’d also done it to keep Marissa quiet, tired of her constant complaints and sobbing. But he’d felt nothing but revulsion when he kissed her. Her lips had been slimy and he’d been unable to bring himself to penetrate her mouth completely. It had felt like he was kissing a slug. It had taken e3verything he had to finish the kiss and pull away without offending her. There was no chemistry between them, not even

-Beauty- he called her and she raised her eyes half closed with her head a little shaky. She seemed totally spellbound. Her lips shiny with saliva, and puffy. Hades caught them between his own and leaned her further back against the tree. He tangled his tongue with hers while his hand had managed to slip inside the dress and stroked the outer skin of the thigh with his nails sending a shudder to his lover. He heard her moan into his mouth and promised himself to make her make more wonderful sounds like that. He moved his fingers to the underwear and grabbing it between his fingers he tore it apart, falling the fabric on the dry leaves.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement. " Let him in," Apollo said, sipping from his cup. His lips flattened at the sight of his visitor. It was him. Henry the wife of the last witch-of-a-confessor's-touch, a druid whose tone spoke of war and chaos. He sang mischief like a lullaby. " What brings you to Humulin, druid? " Apollo asks, staring deeply into Henry's green eyes, not blinking. He tried his possible best to read his countenance, but he couldn't.

Awestrucked, I couldn’t even move when the man was just a closer distance to me. His hand gripped mine as I tried to absorb his words. Mate? Bearing his child? Me? “How could that be?” Father Gossep intervened. “We, the Hatiists, have been shunned in the eyes of the Moon goddess! Only those who had left the church can find their mates,” he said as he glanced in my direction. “Rosaria continued serving the church therefore, she isn’t supposed to receive her mate!”

Thomas who had known about his liking of this girl normally accompanied him whenever he went to see her. It was on a rainy day that Roman had just left his girlfriend back at their special hideout and made his way back home with his brother who had stayed behind a rock waiting for him as the rain continued to pour down. Arriving home Thomas pretended to be tired and needed rest so he left for his room. However Thomas had sneaked out in the middle of the rain and went back to the special hideout that Roman had left his girlfriend. He found her still lying in the mat waiting for the rain to subside, that was when Thomas took the chance and forced himself on the lady.

“Thank you, Jared, and that is precisely the point I am trying to make. I need to keep enemies guessing. I need them to believe me to be a heartless monster otherwise they would feel that they can get an advantage over me.” Hades stiffens beside me and I place my hand on his upper arm to appease him. This gesture however is noticed by all and a few eyes widen in surprise and awe. “A... Alpha is... are you...?” “Yes, this is the other reason for keeping things quiet, Red and I or should I say, Lydia and I are mates. She is my Luna.” An eruption of joy sounds out among the gathered wolves and I suppress a chuckle at their enthusiasm, Star leaps from her mother’s grip and runs around Hades desk

Nova starts before looking to her sisters for the right words. “Safe.” “Fine.” “Peaceful.” “The vampire that took her, Marilyn is her mate. He won’t hurt her. Her mate is the one destined for her, her soul mate. Like the Alpha is mine, and like Scarlyt, who is an original Fairy hybrid, is Codyn’s, who is a wolf.” “So he won’t hurt her because he…” “He loves her.” I finish for her because I see its hard for them to believe me. “Happy.”

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.