Hades Hades Novels & Stories

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

Moreover, he was known for his treachery and cunning, adept at hiding his tracks and evading the Central Region Dragon Corps' capture for over a decade. Now, hearing from Leon that this old man in grey was Hades was simply unbelievable. The shock they felt was beyond words! "Mister Wolf, are you saying he is the second-ranked Hades on the Criminal list? Is this for real? Are you, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?" Howser, who just recovered from his shock, looked doubtful. Hades, one of the Eight Criminals, was known for being elusive. Hardly anyone ever saw his true face, and those who had were probably dead.

Whatever it takes. I followed behind a group of Ministers a little distance off, curious about what the crowd was about. A group of vampire members entered a little later and I stopped realising it as one of their monthly meetings. Great, that’s what we needed, more of those leeches stuck together in a closed room. However, as much as I was annoyed to see them, the person my eyes narrowed on was the head of them all. Hades. He was decked in complete black, a reflection of his soul maybe, he didn’t wear a smile as the others had and certainly not like the bimbo that stood beside him smiling like an idiot. I snickered and his head tilted a little, until he stared into my direction as if he cou

Seris wandered through the chambers, each one a testament to the power and majesty of its respective deity. In the Chamber of Hades, Seris felt the weight of the underworld bearing down upon her. Hades, resplendent in his black and silver armor, stood before his throne, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his presence seemed to draw the very light out of the air. Unlike the Hades she met previously, he looks more serious, his final form is remarkable.

XXIV–Beginning of an End He was known by many names. Hades–God of the Underworld, King of Hell, Lord of the Dead; the adjudicator of souls, father of shadows and the wealthiest of the gods–had lived since the fall of the elder gods, the Titans, since the dawn of humanity and he does not take surprises lightly. Not many may have known but the eldest Olympian God actually possessed the rare gift of foresight regarding the fates of those who are about to be brought forth to his realm, those who are already dying, how and when will they die.

Epilogue - Part 2 Shadwell Sebastien Woolsey, also known as Hades, stomped in out of the rain, shaking it off his fur before he went any further into the house than the entry hall. He could hear the commotion in the main room. It was the kind of overwhelming noise only two bunnies, one large Northern Forest tom, a cosmic entity, and ten kits could make. It was the sound of a happy home, one that Hades had never dared to dream he could have. After his own rough upbringing with a sire who was embarrassed to be a Black-fur and an anonymous no-fur father, Hades had long since put aside any thoughts of being a sire himself.

A lot. He spun around, his piecing dark eyes settling on hers. "Take your time. Don't make your decision until you've seen the place. I'll explain more about your duties when we go the walk through. For now...fly home songbird." Who would say something like that, she thought. "Thank you, Mr. Hades?" She extended her hand. He took her hand in his, shaking it gently. "It's pronounced Hades. Adrian Hades. I look forward to hearing your songs, Canary."

I looked at Alec, still leaning casually against the elevator wall, his silver-white hair falling just over one eye, that ever-present grin tugging at his lips. I nodded slowly. “I have another question.” His eyebrow arched, amused. “Go on.” I asked the one that had been clawing at the back of my mind since the moment I met him. “Who is Hades?” “Curious, are we?” He drawled lazily before answering my question. “Hades can be many things, it all depends on who you are to him: a stranger, a threat, a deal, or just amusement.” My heart skipped, and I didn’t even know why.

“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 recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me. “Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”