Hades Last Name Novels & Stories

“Daniel Marcus Whitmore…” “The second certificate,” Esme continued, flipping to the next page for me, “is from Evergreen Adoption Home, issued when he was 11 years old. The name changes to Damian Hades. The adoptive parents are listed as Victor and Lydia Hades — a wealthy couple with significant real estate holdings and old money connections in the finance sector. They legally changed his name and raised him as their own.”

was Alec’s mild reply. See, Fana whispered again. When the commander began screaming this time, Iranna did not look away. And as Alec and Lorcan did what they’d been trained to do, she couldn’t decide if Fana’s order had been to help—or a reminder of precisely what the goddesses might do should they disobey. His name was Hades, and he was the King’s hunter. The white wolf was watching him again. Isak Emma ran an ironclad finger over the rim of the stone altar on which he laid.

she inquired. Jason shuddered when he remembered what happened the previous day. He looked around to confirm that they are alone before speaking in a hushed whisper. "Ivy, Hades is searching for someone. His men took one of the guys from this market yesterday in broad daylight. That man didn't come back after that. I don't want to get involved in what ever they are searching for. That's why I decided to close my stall soon until this is settled" he told her. Ivy shuddered with fear. Not many people knows who the man behind the mask of Hades is. She does. He is a famous businessman and the most eligible bachelor Nikolai Knight of the knight family.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

“You dare speak to me in my own tongue, insulting my family, in my own house?!” Hades almost chuckled, didn’t the idiot just insult his own family. “I dare,” Hades replied, utterly unfazed, his expression cold as stone. “Now, back to the papers. You think I’m a fool, Adriano? You think I’ll sign away my empire, just like that? Just because you have my wife? Just because you got lucky? No. Never. You’ll get nothing from me. Nothing but a bullet. You’ll get nothing but dust. You hear me? Not a damn thing! You want a war, Adriano? You’ve got one.”

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.

“I know. But hey—that’s a 50% chance. Better than zero.” He held out a piece of paper to me. I squinted at it. Hade. 21. A writer. “It’s pronounced Adi,” he said with a big grin. I almost laughed out loud. Adi? From Hade? God, it was kind of cute—but I quickly shook my head to snap out of it. No. Nope. Not going there. His name is Hade—spelled like hate but read like Adi. Same as Tycen’s username in COD, that video game where strangers shoot things together and talk like they’ve known each other for years.

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.

"Hades, what do you mean?' He raised a confused brow. "So why did you call him Aiden?" "That's his name. His name is Aiden Michaelis" Larry stared at me in shock scratching his brow. I'm guessing this was new to him. "Oookay" He says. "And how do you know this? I mean no one knows his real name. Everyone knows him as Hades" "I...."

he muttered to himself. Then it hit him—Hades. The name that had haunted the criminal underworld for generations. He quickly typed "Hades" into the search bar, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He knew that Hades was more than just a name; it was a title, passed down to the leader of the Hell’s Gang. A shadowy figure who controlled a vast criminal empire.