Hades Greek Mythology Tattoo Mga Nobela at Kwento

I watch as he blinks rapidly. Hades is a cool guy. He came to me a few times to help me with matters in Hell. He is a good friend. He taught me about the shadows and the monsters behind the Gate. Hades told me that the shadows, when needed, don’t just feed on the souls of the damned, but they can feed on power to help it become stronger again. So that is what I did. However, they can only do this for the rightful ruler. Me. However, I gave up my title because I don’t want it anymore. I want to live a peaceful life with my mates and pups. All the drama of late has made me realise what is important. And that isn’t being the ruler of Hell.

“I never got your name.” He slowly turned back to the balcony. “Hades.” I couldn’t control the eyebrow that rose up my face. “That’s your name?” “Yes. Not as beautiful as Sofia, but it will do.” “Isn’t that the god of the underworld?” “Yes, to those who believe in Greek mythology. Are you one of those people?” “No. But it’s still an interesting name.”

I’m not sure how you were strong with stamina but no muscle or really any skin on your bones. I grimaced. I knew all too well how he did that. He gave me Essence of Hades. A special concoction that was meant to break me but I would enter a manic state. I thought of all this and sighed deeply. It was not a pleasant memory. It hurt in every way possible. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I felt understanding creep over my mind meaning Helios now understood. ‘Well now we have another task. Removing the rest of the taint of Hades from you.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

And the smile didn’t belong to Don anymore. It was Victor’s smile. Twisted. Corrupted. “I’m Dareon,” he said softly. “Second son of Hades. Twin to the boy you promise to love and anchor.” Jo’s heart stopped. The chamber tilted. The breath in her lungs turned to ice. She’d heard the stories. Hades had two sons. But she’d never met the other. There were rumours that the weaker twin died at birth. The royal bloodline had buried it—hidden him like a shameful secret.

I huffed, hating the way Hades is scolding me. “I know what you are thinking and I will stop your train of thoughts before you go-“ Hades takes the end of my coat as I stood, grabbing it tightly as he said, “Since you are already here, I am going to show you something that will make your life easier.” Hades fishes something out of his robe and held it out for me to see – the golden arrow glinted back as it reflected the fire, so ethereal and ancient and powerful. “Why do you have a cupid’s arrow, Hades?” I whispered the words, my eyes not leaving the arrow Hades was holding. If I touched it, would it—

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.

Thankfully, just as I did that, the door was suddenly pushed open. However, my jaws practically fell to the floor when two men who looked like splitting images of Hades stepped in. I gasped and so did Hades. “Hello brother,” one of the men greeted with a smile, and I couldn’t help but frown when my body reacted to him just as it did to Hades. What the hell? Was he also my mate? And the last one too? “I am Chad, Hades' brother, and this is our other brother, Trent.” The man said, ignoring Hades as his attention was riveted to me.