Hades Hypnotist Novels & Stories

she said as she took a small step towards Hades and he shook his head before he took off the small hat he was wearing on his head and his pure black hair fell down to his shoulders. He did not look like someone who had seen centuries, he looked like a young man in his early thirties and he looked handsome, gorgeous even and that was coming from a man. His eyes snapped up and in his orbs reflected a sort of flame that I could not describe but could somehow tell wasn't an earthly flame. “You know what you have done. I came as soon as I could finally breach through the veil between realms that you somehow restricted me from achieving” Hades took confident steps towards us before stopping mere m

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

This was fear. And I wasn’t exempt from it. I stared at the man standing before us, the man who held the entire world in his palm as if it were nothing more than a toy. Hades Sinclair didn’t need to raise his voice or lift a finger. He controlled everything the way a grandmaster controlled a chessboard, knowing exactly when to move a piece, when to sacrifice one, and when to wipe the board clean entirely. And the most terrifying thing about him was that the pieces on his chessboard weren’t objects.

“I have no intention of obeying every word that comes out of your mouth. You might as well just kill me now. And you can go find the Mia girl you’re so obsessed over. I’m not Mia. And I will never be some ghost of Mia. Now if you’re done talking, Sir, I’d like to have my orgasm. Please!” The words hit him like a physical blow. Hades stopped dead. His hands, which had been driving her wild, pulled away. Against the screaming voice in his head, heaven knows he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about fucking her, about going down on her. Like right now. He was losing control, losing his senses. He should be tracking the idiots who had hijacked his million-dollar container of goods. He should ha

Yellow lights were on and they cast a dim yet serene shadow in the room. The night has fallen yet something about the creature of this room is awake. The door to the bathroom opened and Hades came with just a towel around him. He had another towel that he was using to dry his hair. He looked just as he had on the sea. Water had a strange effect on him. his usually styled hair loses its rigidity and his bluish eyes sparkled more. He stopped when he saw me and I was already in a trance. his eyes have started to lure me in. When did I fall in love with the?

" Martha clears her throat as she enters my office, stirring me from my thoughts. "Please, sit down." I smile down at Martha, laying on my best playboy charm. "Thank you, Mr. Velimir." "Please call me Hades; Mr. Velimir sounds so formal." Martha's cheeks blush red as she fans herself with the manila folder she's brought in. "May I?" I ask as I leave my drink on the windowsill and walk toward my desk, standing directly behind Martha, my hand just barely grazing hers as I reach for the folder.

And I don't know if it's because I'm not at my best, but it does give me the creeps. -I'm not going to kill you. -pronunciate calmly. I frown- I'm going to do worse than that. -He pauses in which I get up from the floor leaning with my left arm on the corridor wall.- I'm going to take care of moving away from all the people you care about you. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to make sure they hate you. I gulp. Right now because of the dizziness I see two Harrisons Tucson's in front of me, and that's twice as bad as having just one- You're going to be left alone, Azael Volkov. And you're going to suffer as you've never done in your whole miserable life.

“You had unprotected intercourse with a delinquent guy who had no future, and now we find out that he probably cast a spell on you from a cursed book he had from his cult?! What’s next? Are you going to tell me you’ll transform into this mythical being that teleports using shadows?! This is too freaky, Shyne! Oh my goodness!” “As much as I hate to agree with this woman, she’s right. I am in complete shock right now, and I can’t believe I almost had a delinquent addict who is also a spawn of Satan as a brother-in-law. Tell me honestly, did you do drugs while you were with him, or was that the black magic talking?” Izzy obviously wanted to be as dramatic as Perry but kept her composure.

She found him attractive, she glanced at Delilah hoping to get some answers. "Who's the fine young man Delilah ?" Like as if he wasn't there the whole time the family took notice of Theodore. "This is Theodore Schneider, he's a private detective and a close friend of mine." Delilah recites like she was under an interrogation. "We more closer than Delilah actually claims." Theodore teased. "Is he your boyfriend ? " Her aunt pesters. "Aunt Abigail.." Delilah groaned.

Hades stood, gritting his teeth as he stomped his foot, marching towards me with the obsidian rock tightly clutched in his hands. “Alright. Close your eyes, Eros, and within minutes you shall join me.” I felt Hades’ hands descending down on my forehead and the weight of a millennia being lifted out of my brain. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing the urge to cry as I struggled against myself, trying not to stop Hades from doing what he is doing for it hurts.