Hades Mother Novels & Stories

Demeter hushed her sternly, "I have suffered so much to bring you back and now you start talking only about the dead. Did your stay in Tartarus make you go mad? You sound just like the grim spirited goddess who only listens to men swearing oaths and invoking curses in her name." "Mother! Hades is not as fearsome as everyone thinks of her," the young maiden protested, "In fact, she is the least evil in the entire pantheon. Pushing a rock uphill forever, having venom slowly dripping onto one's face for eternity, having a bird eat one's liver alive each day - that was all Father Zeus's doing!" "Enough!" her mother growled in rage. Persephone had never seen her like this. "I will hear no more ta

“What does my mother have to do with all this?” “Wait a minute. She is the true victim. She will come. Hera gave birth to Hades but then they had problems. She was always jealous of how your father loved your mother. She tried to gain Adrian’s interest when she failed she wanted Max to divorce her so she could marry another lover.” What an evil witch she was!

She didn't expect Joana to be this nice and easygoing. Joana nudged the coffee cup toward Alanna. "Hades has a really bad temper. You must have suffered from aggrievement far too many times because of him, yes?" Alanna shook her head. "He's quite caring toward me." Joana picked up the coffee cup and took a sip from it. Then, she said with a smile, "Ms. Jacinto, Hades has never opened up to anyone else ever since he was a child. This includes me, and I'm his mother!

“In order for me to come to this realm and stay, I had to be born of human flesh. The gods after all the chaos caused in the past by the carnal relationships the gods held with humans and all the demigods created, forbade any entity from living a long time on this realm. Cursed they would become if they even attempted to do it. One day, pulled by something unknown to her, my mother looked into the fountain of life, and it warned her that Hades would attack the moon goddess realm and come for me. So, she did the next best thing, she found a devotee who didn’t have very long to live, and again offered her eternity with her, if she carried me. Of course, she accepted, and that’s how they first

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

I ask her when he chuckles at me with a slight shake of her head. “Who are you?” I blink at her, ok is she having a moment? “It’s me mom, Gaia, your daughter. You know, the daughter of Fenrir, the Goddess of Hell, the Harbinger of Death.” She smiles big at me. Ok. “There she is. I’m glad you know who you are. Shame you don’t know what to do with it, though.” She shrugs as she chuckles at me. Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me.

Derek asked her. Arlene thought of the weird dreams she had been having for a while, but she didn’t see how they were correlated because, her dreams were basically about her evil mother. It was probably post traumatic stress disorder from everything she suffered in the hands of her mum, coupled with her father’s death, so she shrugged it off and said no.

"You old hag. You used to control all the money in the house! You must have hidden a lot away somewhere. Tell me where it is!" Jason looked at our mom's appearance with open disgust, wrinkling his nose. "What bad luck. You look exactly like that useless Erwin. I'm your only son left now. If you don't give me the money, even if you get out someday, you'll just be waiting to die!" Her mind was already completely broken. However, when she heard Jason's words, she suddenly raised her head. Looking at him, she suddenly remembered that old software. The software that had torn this family apart.

"My mother. Dara Cross — she is going to be different from what you are expecting." I looked at him. "How," I said. "She is—" he paused. "She described her in the journal. Not by name but by description. A woman who kept the knowledge in the most dangerous place possible because it was the most useful place possible." He paused. "She is going to be exactly what the founding ground needs and nothing that the founding ground expects." I thought about this. "In what way," I said.

Sipho dropped to one knee, soil cracking beneath his hands. “For the children,” he gasped. The Darkness laughed. Then let them choose which god keeps them. --- Back inside the hut, the eye blinked once. The floorboards buckled. A voice rose from beneath the earth — deep, cracked, maternal and monstrous all at once. “One must stay.” The children stared at one another as the hut sealed itself shut, the doorway melting into solid wall. Above them, the fire died completely. Below them, the ancient thing waited. CHAPTER 32: What the House Demands