Hades God Of Death Novels & Stories

the mapmaker continued, pointing to himself, "who came back with me. We... we felt the wall. We saw the iron." He touched his chest, right over his heart. "We brought the terror back. It... spread. Like a sickness. The soldiers... they would not build the new ships. They said... the beasts are the judgment of the gods." Kaden exhaled a sharp breath. "The trauma. It acted as an ideological virus. We infected their military with the fear of the grid." "There was a war," the mapmaker whispered, his blue eyes filling with tears. "A war of the city. The Emperor... is dead. The grid of the coin... is broken. The machine... stopped."

I would leave him there, to grow like a titan, and come back to avenge the death of Adonai his father, and…maybe me, his mother. Because today after exposing Julius to the world, I'm taking my own life. It has really been a shitty life so far. I grew up as a stepdaughter who had to dance my life out until I survived. The moon goddess gave me a bastard mate and Adonai who could burn the world for me. But she cruelly took the two of them by making one a sorcerer and evil man about the second one — Adonai a man always prone to death. I shall escape my fate this time by dying after exposing Julius.

“I never got your name.” He slowly turned back to the balcony. “Hades.” I couldn’t control the eyebrow that rose up my face. “That’s your name?” “Yes. Not as beautiful as Sofia, but it will do.” “Isn’t that the god of the underworld?” “Yes, to those who believe in Greek mythology. Are you one of those people?” “No. But it’s still an interesting name.”

“And you will be. You have signed your own death warrant. You have threatened my family. You have threatened my wife. You have threatened my child. And for that… you will pay the ultimate price.” Gregory’s eyes went wide with a flash of raw, animalistic fear. He lunged for his gun, his movements a desperate, clumsy blur. But before his hand could even reach the weapon, Hades moved. He was a force of nature. He was a force of vengeance. He was a god of war. He was on Gregory in an instant, a flash of motion in the dimly lit room. He took Gregory by the throat, slamming him back against the wall. The gun clattered to the floor. “You have been a disease for too long,” Hades growled, his voice a

Half an hour later, Hades emerged carrying Olivia in his arms. I noticed sharply that he was limping, and blood was pouring from his left knee. Still, he didn't spare me a glance as he lifted Olivia into the ambulance. In my past life, a fire broke out at the hotel on the day of our wedding. Because of the intensity of the flames, I had stopped Hades from going in to save Olivia, causing her to die in that fire. Hades hated me for it, and by extension, he hated our son too. On our third wedding anniversary, which also marked the anniversary of Olivia's death, Hades tricked me and our son into going on a diving trip.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

Poseidon murmured, his ocean-blue eyes dark with fury. Ares let out a low, amused chuckle, standing up from his seat. His crimson armor shimmered in the dim light, and the flames of war flickered in his irises. “Finally,” he said, rolling his shoulders, his bloodthirsty smirk sending chills down the spines of the lesser gods in the room. “It’s been too long since I’ve crushed something beneath my feet.” Hades was the last to move. He did so slowly, his dark robes barely making a sound. The room dimmed as his presence expanded, and shadows curled around him like sentient entities. His cold, eerie eyes flickered toward Zeus.

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

He felt restless and uneasy, and he didn't know what to do. ***** THE UNDERWORLD Ares, the god of war, strode confidently through the dark and foreboding halls of the underworld. He had come to seek an alliance with Hades, the god of the dead, in order to overthrow Zeus and take his place as ruler of the gods. He knew the only person he could turn to was Hades. And he needed some insiders, which was some of the gods. He already had Apollo thinking deep and he knew he wouldn't be able to reject his offer. He needed Artemis by his side as well but since she was tough nut to crack, he would meet the most important person first — Hades.

he replied. "Is that something we have to be worried about?" I asked him. "No, not until it happens again" he replied. I breathed a sigh and crawled up to where he lay, then placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. "I read one time when was still a student in high school that Hades is also known as Pluto, god of wealth. Is it true?" I asked. "Of course. We are responsible for mining all natural resources that provide wealth. Half of hell is filled with mines where my servants have spent their time mining for golds and diamonds of all kinds.