Hades Of Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

I watch as he blinks rapidly. Hades is a cool guy. He came to me a few times to help me with matters in Hell. He is a good friend. He taught me about the shadows and the monsters behind the Gate. Hades told me that the shadows, when needed, don’t just feed on the souls of the damned, but they can feed on power to help it become stronger again. So that is what I did. However, they can only do this for the rightful ruler. Me. However, I gave up my title because I don’t want it anymore. I want to live a peaceful life with my mates and pups. All the drama of late has made me realise what is important. And that isn’t being the ruler of Hell.

"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."

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.