Hades Olympian Novels & Stories

Clurife turned to give respect to his father, Hades, as the god floated into the center of the chamber. The Lord of the Underworld had long, shockingly white hair with black eyes possessing of the pain of innumerable souls condemned to the fiery pits of hell. His pale, alabaster skin contrasted greatly with his black on black suit. “That is good. Yes, pain and death are a good reminder of where loyalties should lie. Once you ascertain whether or not this new . . . student is the child of the so-called prophecy, then you must make haste to dispose of him from this earth and then I will have a little fun with him. Ah! Damn my young brother,” Hades growled menacingly. “Always in the way, but, n

she said as she took a small step towards Hades and he shook his head before he took off the small hat he was wearing on his head and his pure black hair fell down to his shoulders. He did not look like someone who had seen centuries, he looked like a young man in his early thirties and he looked handsome, gorgeous even and that was coming from a man. His eyes snapped up and in his orbs reflected a sort of flame that I could not describe but could somehow tell wasn't an earthly flame. “You know what you have done. I came as soon as I could finally breach through the veil between realms that you somehow restricted me from achieving” Hades took confident steps towards us before stopping mere m

She stood still and watched him react. He scrambled up and dusted his coat then faced her with a smile that didn't match his emotions. "Little princess actually has little secrets," he said. "You think pushing me against the wall and shattering some glasses will scare me?" He asked, and then chuckled. "I am called Hades by the way," he said. "It is a moniker I picked up over the centuries," he smiled.

"Havent I made myself clear yet Selene?" His chocolate hair with amber streaks appeared to be softer than any silk, chiseled features putting all gods....each god combined to shame- The ruler of the Underworld, the supreme power wielder-King Hades. "No you have not! What is there in a mortal woman? What powers does she has that I- protector of werewolves dont possess?" His crimson lips curled into distaste. "Watch the way you talk about her. "his deep, cocoa-rich voice filled with chilling anger distracted her but as soon as her mind registered his words her eyes filled with malice.

Looking at their faces back and forth, her frown got even deeper when she could sense their aura the same of the Aryan king. "Who are you people?" she dared to ask in hoarse voice. "Am I still in Agartha?" The gorgeous guy who had his pointy fangs showed when he spoke, "I'm Hades, god of the underworld." "I'm Athena, god of war." she seconded the man. Daeira's frame became rigid while her eyes widened. Somehow her question a moment to them was answered. She wasn't in Agartha but in hell's doom.

She grabbed it and languidly lifted it up. It was a picture of Hades. He was truly a Greek god with a clean cut and precise features, a well-built body, and inexpressive emerald eyes. This man was dangerously gorgeous. This was the kind of face that every woman would dream of but inexplicably perilous to fall for.

I recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me. “Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

"Jaz, have you heard of a man way up in the Northern Frontier, far from our country? There's someone called Hades?" Jasmine's cheeks flushed with excitement as she nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I've heard whispers about him when I was in Centropolis. “Hades emerged as a powerful figure a few years ago. They say he's vanquished countless foes and commands respect far and wide." Jennifer continued with vivid descriptions. "I learned about him at a business gathering a year ago. A prominent figure described him as a young man with the face of an angel but the physique of a formidable demon. They say he's like a god sent to protect our nation by divine beings!

"Are you sure Riven has really disappeared for weeks now?",Adromalius asked as he gazed at the bleak world before him. No matter how much he went into Tartarus, he could never get used to the chaos and agonized screams that echoed every time. He gazed at Hades, the king of the underworld, waiting for an answer to his questions. Hades held the glass dome containing Layla's blood in his palm. He swirled it occasionally, and each time he did, a devilish look would appear on his face.