Hades Hypnotist Novels & Stories

"Stop responding to me Lysandra. At least just for now, if I space out too long, he will get suspicious and you could be discovered." "Heh, I wouldn’t mind that." "I would." ** She huffs and disappears back into my mind, so I can focus on Hades. I pay more attention to him, and notice that, he seems nervous. I decide to test him, to see if he truly knows the song or if he was just asking a random question. “Will he offer me his mouth?” He responds, “Yes.” I blink in surprise, but continue with the rest of the lines, each one a question that requires only a single word answer.

Thanatos approached Hades' room to report. "Thanatos, haven't I told you to stop addressing me sir when mother isn't around?" Hades said to him. "Please accept my apologies," Thanatos responded promptly. "I've entirely forgotten," he continued. Thanatos gave Hades a wry smile. 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.

Preston reassures. It’s sweet of him, but he doesn’t know the blood I have on my hands. Then again, most therapists I’ve ever met are a little insane themselves. Look at Sidhe. Jaxson is a therapist when he isn’t dancing or on another job, and the man has psychotic tendencies. He can shift moods quicker than anyone else. I’ve seen him cycle through stoic, angry, gleeful, and calm in under three minutes. “That gives me something to think about. Are you good now?”

She felt like she was being hypnotized with no possible way out. “Well, then, maybe I can negotiate with that.” Hades sensually stated – making her breathe unevenly. “Do you know how much I wanted to proceed in this room while those people wanted me to stay for their sh*tty discussions?” He seriously uttered under his breath. “H-Hades…” She couldn’t help but call his name – and it came out to be too seductive… too feminine… even to her own ears. “F*ck!” He softly cursed as he rolled his tongue into his lips.

I coughed a bit, gripping myself tighter. " Commander Snake, we're here," Kira announced. Folding her hands, Jeff walked forward. It was quiet for a while until a door opened and a huge man walked out, his face completely hidden by the hat he wore. I trembled slightly, but still looked at him. I could feel his gaze on me and could detect a faint scar running down his face. " You're late." He began, his voice gruff. Kira sighed. " Yeah boss, we're sorry about that. We got a bit held up." She said, glancing at me. I ignored her. His gaze settled back on me.

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

“I’m Ardal’s date for the evening.” Kadeem ignored the outstretched hand, folding his arms over his chest. Rayburn let his hand fall. “And you are?” All traces of politeness were gone. Kadeem gritted his teeth. Mateo jumped in, swaying drunkenly. “That would be your alpha - Kadeem. And I’m the world-famous hypnotist, Mateo Grimshald.” Mateo’s eyes shifted from Rayburn to Ardal, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made Kadeem’s blood pressure rise even higher, the corners of his mouth curling into a lewd grin.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

Alanna cast Hades a glance before handing him her phone. He picked it up straight away. Before he could speak, Garrett demanded, "Alanna Jacinto, are you really going to watch that old hag die?" Hades' eyes narrowed. After a while, he asked, "Garrett Jacinto, do you know who I am?" Garrett was stunned. "H-Hades Florentine?" "If you dare harass Alanna again, I won't stop with just cutting off one hand!" Hades sounded brutal as he said that.

I ask, my curiosity piqued. Hades nods, his grip on my wrist tightening. "Tell me then," I persuade him, my gaze challenging him to reveal more. "You're not ready for that," he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "I don't know what I'm ready for," I shoot back, my voice firm. Hades takes a deep breath before speaking. "Denzel is actually, or was actually, a member of the Silvermist. He's currently almost ninety years old..."