Hades Greek God Art Novels & Stories

"You're kind. And respectful. You're cute and funny. You're prettier than anything I've ever seen. Something traumatic has happened to your. You can be shy or very flirtatious. I think you're the reincarnation of Hades." Adrian stroked her hair softly. "What a flattering comparison." "It actually is. Of all the Greek Gods, he was the best, and least fucked up. He never cheated on his wife, he minded his business and did his job. But he got shit for it, even though he didn't exactly pick his job." Adrian chuckled. "Well...maybe Hades and I do have more in common than I thought." "Adrian...where are your parents?" "They moved to...and this is purely coincidence but Greece. They retired there.

Not that Hades would have spared him had he showed any bravado, but at least, he would have admired his spunk as he killed him. Hades stood tall in his primal form, his body a mix of wolf and man, his claws long and his canines sharp. He was grotesque, and powerful and the brown fur covering his body trembled in lust. He wanted to kill this pathetic being and be done with it... but it would be boring, so boring.

The meek, quiet woman who had withered in the Temple of Light was gone forever. "You are beautiful, Lyra," Hades said, appearing behind me. His eyes were full of awe. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. "Today, all the realms will witness you become my one and only, to share my throne and my eternity." When Hades and I walked side-by-side into the grand hall, the gods of Olympus were already assembled. Their faces were a mixture of astonishment and a complex, veiled discomfort. After all, just a few months ago, I had been Apollo's betrothed.

Noel, god of the Earth, asked. “Whatever it is, be fast with it, I need to return to the underworld, or else Cerberus would come looking for me,” Hades said. “He is a good boy, you know,” he grinned. “Yes, yes, Hades, we know you have a loving relationship with your monstrous three-headed pet dog,” Azura said with a roll of her eyes. “Haha, someone is jealous,” Hades said, “tell me, are you not having fun watching your merfolk?”

The moment my skin touched the crystal, the world exploded. The Goddess's power within me, already straining against its confines, surged toward the crystal like iron to a magnet. It was a agonizing, draining pull. A brilliant, golden light-my light-flooded the crystal veins, fighting against the invasive crimson. The spire itself began to glow, a beacon of stolen power reaching for the converging moons. Omega's chant grew louder, triumphant. The extraction had begun. ADRIEN'S POV The map burned in Adrien's mind. It was a thing of terrifying, beautiful clarity. He saw the fortress not as walls and doors, but as a living system with arteries and weaknesses. He moved through the chaos of the l

She grabbed it and languidly lifted it up. It was a picture of Hades. He was truly a Greek god with a clean cut and precise features, a well-built body, and inexpressive emerald eyes. This man was dangerously gorgeous. This was the kind of face that every woman would dream of but inexplicably perilous to fall for.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

He’s making sure she will be able to listen this time, no doubt. I look around the room, my stomach turned when I noticed all who were here. There’s more Gods here in one place than I have ever seen before. Starting at the head of the table I see the obvious Zeus. To his left sits Poseidon, next to him is Hestia, next comes Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Apollo, Athena, Hera, Demeter, Artemis, Hermes, and then him… Ares. Our eyes lock and I force my body to stand straight and upright. I will not give him the satisfaction of letting him know that he scares me. He has already taken everything from me. The corner of his mouth turns up. A tactful grin to let me know that things have not changed between

I may not be sure of what material it was made of but I am quite certain that it won’t fall and collapse under us. Hades appears to have been pondering about the options I have presented him, looking at the obsidian rock in his hand then tearing his eyes away to stare at his collection – a wide variety of rocks that has different colors and qualities. “Take it or leave it be, Hades. My soul – a forgotten god’s soul or a cupid-turned-human’s soul – which do you think is more valuable?” Hades stood, gritting his teeth as he stomped his foot, marching towards me with the obsidian rock tightly clutched in his hands.

Celeste (deadpan): “Hold up.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There are gods that are real? Like… actual Greek gods? Trident, seashells, dramatic hair, the whole package?” Dacia actually winces. Dacia: “Not Greek. Older. The ones the Greeks watered down and gave better PR. Poseidon, Hades, Nyx, the whole pantheon. They’re real. They’re awake. And Atlantis is their favorite mistake.” Remy (stepping out of the portal behind me) blinks.