Hades Mother Novels & Stories

“As for your parents, I can confirm to you that both of them are still alive.” What did he just say? I covered my mouth and tried to pinch myself out of this dream. I couldn’t believe my ears as I hear his words. Is he really telling the truth? I looked up at him, asking for confirmation, “Are you certain? Uncle George-” “Is wrong. He’s not the one who is managing the dead, my dear, I am. Are you seriously doubting my capabilities?” I shook my head no and Hades continues, “Your mother was driven crazy with your loss – she suffered greatly when you were taken. All these years she roams the earth, asking for the gods to return her precious Crimsyn,” Hades leans down and looked me in the eye, “

First the primordials, then the titans and Lucifer. Hades opens the gates and we enter. The place was beautiful despite it being a prison. Lush green everywhere, mountains, clear skies and fresh air. Everything you would imagine paradise looking like. “Rhea, where are you?” Hades shouts. Is it weird that he calls his mother by her given name? “I’m right here, what’s the shouting all about?” I stand stock still. The woman standing before me was enchanting. There wasn’t a word on earth to describe her beauty.

They both gasped when Grace entered Hades's room. Hades quickly parted with the maiden. "What are you talking about mom?" This annoyed the mother. "What? Why are you kissing Khione ?!" Grace took the girl's hand and pulled it, but Hades quickly grabbed Khione's hand and pulled it. "I'm not trying to kiss her! We're just talking! And how did you enter my room?" Hades shouted. "Tsk, just! Don't you ever move Khione or I'll take all your cars!" Mother's threat.

Hades had only ever known how to be present for the easy moments. Now Persephone was gone, and he did not even know how to make his son stop crying. “Mother doesn’t want me anymore…” Eren sobbed until his voice broke. His face was wet, his breath uneven, and his small hands clutched at the front of his tunic as if something inside him hurt. Hades crouched and reached for him. Eren jerked away at once. Fear widened his eyes. “It was you,” he cried, pointing at Hades. “You made Mother leave. You and Nympha.”

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

Rosita. Riley stopped in his tracks on hearing this and swiftly turned her gaze to her mother's bed. "What is there to understand mum....?" she queried. "No, what do you... want me to understand? You want me to understand that a woman out of her jealousy, hunted down my family and killed my dad...? You want me to understand that someone out there is spying on us and wants my entire family wiped out....?" she mumbled amidst tears. Rosita and Lian stared at her speechless and devastated.

Hades said bowing down to Leuvis in appreciation for what she did. “Hades…don't try to double cross me am nothing like my sister. I don't give a second chance. I have spoken now. Go and call your son, we have much work to be done.” Queen Leuvis said, getting up from her throne sitting down on her dinner table. Few minutes later, Hades appeared with his son Zagreus. She offers them seats to sit down. “I guess you both Don't know why I have summoned you. I want to know all the information about this so-called Elena, my sister never for once stopped talking about her.” Queen Lilith ordering her two slave demons to pour a glass of blood for her guest.

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

she said. Footsteps on the stairs. My mother. The specific quality of her steps, which I had memorized in the same involuntary way I had memorized everything about this house. The composed efficient footsteps of the Sunday version of Lydia Morgan-Hayes, coming downstairs to find the sitting room containing three Hayes family members and her daughter and a cup of tea going cold. I looked at the door. Dominic looked at the door. The door opened.

he looked at Maya face; he could see finger marks on her forearm. he held his throat that started aching from pain coming from his heart; he hit her; he hit her just like his father did once to his mother; that was the first and last time he saw them together; his mother had left the house the very next moment. the next thing he knew was his custody was given to his mother.