Hades God Of Death Novels & Stories

The cold light of their moon would not call for the beats within and help pull them out, so she stayed dormant—until now, that is. Hades had a unique skill set; he could call for the spirits in a body and pull forward the souls residing inside one's flesh. Being half wolf and half death, god had its perks. He could, however, not claim souls as his mother did, but he could pull them out of their shells. Most of them were grateful when he did, seeking freedom. Suppose I'm not counting spirits or souls that forcefully took a place that did not belong to them, hauntings. They could be a handful.

"Otherwise I would have made you kill her for me." "You son of a bitch!" I tried to get out of his grip, but it was useless and my despair seemed to amuse him. "Maybe that’s not a lie at all, but I’ll teach you a little bit about the gods and about creation." His hands pulled my hair tightly, in a way that I thought would rip my scalp off. "I am Hades." That was not possible, gods did not exist, that was... my head hit the earth with a huge force and I was taken by the darkness.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

I am going to leave this pack before my birthday. After deciding this I finished my food and water and lean back into the bed thinking of ways to escape. I perk my ears up when I hear someone in the hallway. It sounds like two people gossiping. I hold my breath and strain my ears to hear what they are saying. "I heard he killed his only sibling that's how cruel he is." Gasps "Alpha Hades is indeed a very cruel Alpha. I pity whoever his mate may be." Humming in response they walk too far away for me to hear anything more. At the mention of Alpha Hades my heart started to race and I felt this strange tugging.

Bob said, “For an academician, you’re quite slow.” Byron scowled. “It’s the bible, isn’t it?” Bob asked Lex. “Yes.” Lex’s eyes were distant. “And if I remember correctly the bible referred to Hades as the god of the underworld he was feared and only the mention of his name can awaken death, Hades’ humble servant.” “Oh,” Byron exclaimed, “The mention of his name invokes death, is that it?” “Yes.” “But,” Bob said. “Is Hades not synonymous to…?”

“Gods don’t die, Nyx. We can be killed—but that’s different from death. Death is permanent. When we’re killed, our souls live on.” I gape. “You’re shitting me.” Her smile is the first genuine one I’ve seen from her in days. “No, Nyx. I’m not shitting you. Hades is in the lowest levels of Tartarus. It’s where gods go when they’re killed. You can’t get in—unless you’re being reborn.” I blink again, trying to catch up. “Wait. Why Tartarus?”

Ivar said happily as he hugged Seris, pecking her face. “Did you play the role of a villain ?” Seris asked, hitting him. “Selene, feisty as ever. Love you too.” Ivar said, hugging her. “Hades still troublesome as ever.” Selene said, hugging him. “I've missed you sister, your Castle is not so bad.” Ivar chuckled. Seris looked at the confused face of everyone. “Be at ease. This is my brother, the God of death and the underworld, Hades.” Seris said out loud.

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

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. .

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.