Hades Greek God Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

he said with a proud smile and his eyes danced with joy at the mention of his family. “Ares? Hades? Your family has a thing with the Greeks?” Ren tried to joke but Ares looked to not be in the mood to joke about his name or the name of his son. Especially in this situation. But after a moment of silence, Ares laughed. “My grandfather’s name was Atticus and my father was named Apollo. Our family has a liking to powerful names. The fact that our names are from the Greeks is just a pattern we picked up. I named my son Hades after the urban legend of the black werewolf with red eyes who kills for justice. You must be Ren? Bastian’s boy and now Kaia’s mate?” he asked. (A/N: Everyone. The Hades I’

Hades seethes. —*

The introductions came to an end a few minutes ago and Gaia led her back to their table where they were already drinking and chatting. All their names were of ancient gods and goddesses from the mythologies of various countries. Neith tried to recite the names again, but she finally couldn't stand the unwavering gaze of the man opposite him. She remembered him as Hades. She looked up and Hades was indeed staring at her. Neith felt self-conscious and uncomfortable. "Hi." Neith started while looking at Hades. Her greeting got everyone else's attention except Hades'. Jupiter nudged him and he finally realized he was staring too hard and that Neith was speaking to him. His smile widened.

"Yes." Hades responded softly. The scar on Hades' back was hideous and terrifying. It was located right behind his heart. Alanna's fingers trembled as she held the ointment. She knew Hades was injured. But she hadn't expected it to be this severe. The scar looked like it had been stitched up multiple times. Hades didn't say anything more. He just sat there quietly. After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "This is my badge of honor for protecting my wife and daughter."

The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy. Hades wears an over-the-knee long one-shoulder black tunic with leather sandals. His straight black hair shines under Persephone quarter's fake sun, and his step wilts the grass that ignites soon after. He undresses, displaying his bare muscled body and hanging accessories without a single drop of shame before dipping in the hot spring. His corporal temperature brings the water to a boil as he relaxes, spreading his arms along the rocky edge. A slight tap has Persephone drop her dress and join him, sitting on his lap.

"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.

He painted a beautiful grin that was far too angelic for what everyone imagined him to be—an infernal apprentice of the God of the Underworld. Even after losing his divine attributes, Hades was able to restore certain important people from his previous life, one of whom is Thanatos. Despite the fact that he treated him as a friend, Thanatos remains grateful to Hades' family, particularly his mother Rheis, for saving him from the slumps.

It is evil as well as sexy. “I’m all ears.” He tells me once he notices my silence just after his name. It is attractive and sounds good. Hades… means God of the dead and underworld. A giver of wealth. “I have submitted the agreement, according to which you can walk out with me but only for an hour. I hope you will not have any problem with this.” I say, gathering some courage. For fuck’s sake, I am a psychiatrist and I have met such patients many times. Then why should react this stupidly around this man? He is a mere patient who cannot control me.

All of them were of top quality with excellent figures. At this time, on the side of the suite near the French windows, there was a shirtless man with tanned skin and bulging muscles. He had tattoos all over his arms, thighs, chest, and back. He was none other than Hades, the Lord of the Underworld who terrified all the dark forces in the West! He was also one of the top three super existences in the 12 Sacred Halls of the West! A man of intelligence and power! At this time, he was doing high-level physical training.

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.