Hades Greek God Tattoo Novels & Stories

She had to survive first and plot her revenge later. By the time his tall intimidating frame walked back into the room, she already had her answer. He scared her senseless, he had a very powerful aura she had never felt before. His eyes sparkled with mischief, he could seduce anyone without even trying. His deep voice was like brown rich honey and warm milk. He looked like a representation of a Greek god from mount Olympus. His clothes latched unto his sexy muscles and broad shoulders. His amber eyes were staring deep into her soul. He was one fine ass man. Ariel swallowed hard, he was insanely hot, she was losing her mind. Her cheeks flushed, they were bright red. What was this man doing to

“You obviously do not know the moon goddess at all do you? Do you really think she would easily allow you to take the pendant and make her do what you want with just the pendant?” Hades looked at her and his face fell and paled. “Didn’t think about that did you? You probably didn’t think I would stand up to you either. I have news for you. I am not weak and I refuse to be a pawn in your battle for power.” “Now tell me who else you are working with?” Jake said as he came back into the cell. He was carrying an electric prod that Sonya recognized as one similar to one Hades used on her.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

His boss never ceases to amaze him. "How can you tell?" Godvric couldn't help but ask.. "The tattoos on their neck means they're South African mercenaries and extremely dangerous. Find out who hired them. Something tells me they didn't just try to bug my hotel room." Xavier placed his hand on his chin as he fell into deep thoughts. This is getting thicker than he thought and he feels like he was baited here in LA.. Did they lure him there just to hurt him? "What do you think, boss?"

I said louder. “He has hurt you most. It is your time, Poseidon.” Dropping my hand from his shoulder, I grabbed Hades’ hand. The circle was almost complete. Each god glowing brightly, radiating their power. Eleven gods stood before the glass box, ready for our souls to destroy the one that help created us. Hades squeezed my hand, his head nodding for me to pull Poseidon once more. Even if Hades and I had our issues, he surely was a good brother.

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.

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. .

to say. I did not know what powers lay within me or not being a wolf if I could even help Sheamus but, I used my mind to reach out to him. I willed him to heal. I felt my soul clinging to his. I felt an energy emanating from me and wrapping around him. I willed him to heal. I decided to keep Hades distracted so I could continue with what I was doing. “I was born to be yours; you know that but, I was born to be his too.” Hades snarled and went to look at Sheamus again. I turned his head towards me and kissed him. “It’s not him trying to steal me from you, it is the will of his goddess “Selene.”” I told him. He looked up to the sky, the moon was beginning to show. He sneered at the moon. “Fuc

Charilaus Diamandis, as the head of the Apollo Familia, god of archery, healing sun and light, music and prophecy, the red tattoo on an Apollo familia being a Swan . Gerasimus Eliades, as the head of the Ares Familia, god of bloodlust, the red tattoo on an Ares familia being a Snake. Panag Mikos, as the head of the Dionysus familia, god of wine and pleasure, the red tattoo on a Dionysus familia being a Panther . Alcaeus Chloros, as the head of the Hermes familia, god of travellers, robbers flocks and trickery, the red tattoo on a Hermes familia being a Ram.