Hades Greek Mythology Tattoo Novels & Stories

For a pack or coven to be validated under the eyes of the other supernatural, the ratification and approval granted by the Pan supernatural council is essential. Every coronation, the coronated leader would receive a custom-made tattoo that was designed using their affiliated community's material slogan and the number of positions they held. In this case, Hades' tattoo consisted of the number thirteen as he was the thirteenth Alpha to take over, as well as an ancient sword. The sword was placed between the two numbers with intricately woven vines climbing up each image, connecting them to each other. Hades looked up at Lady Cleopatra with a proud smirk that showed he was more than ready to t

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.

Asked one of them in a rather flat tone. The handsome black-haired middle-aged man, black eyes. He was quite aloof and sinister compared to the rest. His scent was quite nasty and bloody. The glint of his eyes carried a few untold interesting sinister stories that the lord probably was interested in. His appearance was close to the god's name… “Hades… The lover of Persephone.” Shadow chuckled as she called the name indifferently. “You may.” Sabrina’s eyes sparkled wider than before. It was indeed a true Greek god parody. They used such an interesting concept that Sabrina didn’t think it was possible.

I sprang from my bed, adrenaline pumping as I prepared to confront the intruder. My stance quickly relaxed, however, and a frown crossed my face when I saw who it was—Hayes Hawthorne, standing in my room shirtless. My breath caught in my throat. Holy. Fucking. Hell. Every inch of his body was sculpted like a Greek god, with sharp lines and rigid definition. A large tattoo sprawled across his upper chest and onto his left shoulder, dark and bold, forming a series of interconnected shapes that were both intricate and slightly thorny.

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

" All eyes were on her. The students couldn't believe their ears. What they had been trying to study before they went for holiday two newly students came and say it. Grace was speechless. She wasn't expecting that. She thought Ena couldn't give the right answers. Elena turned her gaze to Demon scornfully. "I bet you are surprised." Demon was surprise but tried to hide it. "Well you didn't put the name of the main villain of the Olympians in your lists. He is important you know." "You are still finding excuses, so who is this particular Olympians I did not mention Mister know all?" "Hades (Pluto): god of the underworld." Demon answered with a smirk. "You are right Damien, Hades is also one of

I’m going to let my bear out and you know how he gets when he’s mad and you’re the only person he won’t try fighting, Hades agreed told me he would meet. Hades POV I told Zeus and Aurora about Loki and Rene’s behavior this morning before breakfast, I was glad that we all had finished eating the plates and tables were cleared because he was mad a hell I don’t blame him let his Bear Alpha Aura out and that shit was scary he stormed off and Aurora sat there didn’t know what to do I told her to let him be he needs to calm down he’s probably going to let his Bear who name is Zeus as well out, Aurora and him have been together just as long as Angel and me and she was scared of his Bear counterpar

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’

"Thank you. But I'm not the one who needs your blessings today." Leaving the gods thoroughly confused, I didn't waste another second and walked away. One hour before the ceremony. I stood in the most secluded corner of the temple grounds. Suddenly, a massive rift tore through the fabric of the air, leaking shadows and the heavy, intoxicating scent of the Underworld. Hades stepped out, clad in robes of midnight, his sharp features unreadable. Those abyssal eyes locked onto mine. His voice was a low rumble. "Are you ready, Lyra? Have you severed your ties?"

Hades' POV It was another day and I had released the twenty men from the room. I had drawn badges around their chest to identify them. It wasn't a badge they could remove, more of a tattoo, but not a tattoo. I walked across the field, not wanting to think about getting Brielle this time around. I wanted to free my hand. The noise was too much in my mind and I needed to enjoy the best moment of my life when I hadn't been noticed by Killian to be the Hades he was trying to kill.