Novel & Cerita Hades Place

Hades prioritized his efforts on Poseidon for the time being because that was the reason he had traveled all the way here in the first place. “What brought you here, Hades?” Poseidon greeted Hades, who had just entered the penthouse, in his customary stern manner. Poseidon had never before shown anyone, not even his brother Hades, the staggeringly beautiful penthouse that he had built for himself. The upper penthouse of Poseidon features a rooftop pool and summer kitchen that is outfitted with integrated appliances, motorized cabinetry with customizable cabinet colors, and under-counter wine coolers from Miele. Hades put on a phony smile as he greeted Poseidon. “I've come to this place to ha

Ryan looks at his friend and continues reading. - Underneath the hell created by the human God, there is a place called Tartarus. The original underworld, where the great God Hades resides. It is to Tartarus that all evil creatures, born under the sky where the Moon Goddess reigns, go. Unlike hell, Tartarus has a door, through which Hades leaves and creatures that dare to risk can enter. - The door that the title talks about is to the underworld. – Lucifron says with his head down.

Poseidon murmured, his ocean-blue eyes dark with fury. Ares let out a low, amused chuckle, standing up from his seat. His crimson armor shimmered in the dim light, and the flames of war flickered in his irises. “Finally,” he said, rolling his shoulders, his bloodthirsty smirk sending chills down the spines of the lesser gods in the room. “It’s been too long since I’ve crushed something beneath my feet.” Hades was the last to move. He did so slowly, his dark robes barely making a sound. The room dimmed as his presence expanded, and shadows curled around him like sentient entities. His cold, eerie eyes flickered toward Zeus.

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

“Ah Erik, what did you expect to happen? After insulting most of the oldies?” I frowned in response before he pulled me into a bear hug, “My friend it’s been too long, I see you still have that grumpy attitude.” “Adin I don’t have an attitude I just prefer to have my own space” He laughed before turning to my beta, “And you must be Rodrik” Shaking his hand Rodrik nodded curtly. “Nice to finally meet you Alpha Adin, where is your beta?” “Stellar, my beta is currently stuck with the other pack's Lunas. You know the oldies, no women allowed no matter their place”

And far beyond that, like a mirage of heaven, the Citadel gleamed against the sky, daring him to dream. The quarry was already alive with noise by the time Tunde arrived, picks clanging against rock, engines sputtering, and the occasional crackle of static from the Citadel drones overhead. People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation.

“Oh oh.” “Who?” I asked, following his gaze. The bike cut off. Silence—then chaos. Hades swung his leg off the bike like he owned the ground beneath him. Tall. Calm. Alpha energy screaming without him saying a word. His eyes scanned the crowd once, bored—until they landed on me. My breath hitched. “He’s here,” Hayden muttered. “Who’s here?” Lena whispered urgently. Hayden didn’t look away. “Hades.” My heart slammed against my ribs.

“It is only right to at least let her choose. She has already been forced to an identity unwilling. I wanted her to accept her fate and choose to be an immortal.” “But this lead to a whole lot of problems, master. Mortals could easily get lost in the orchards. Not to mention there are also a lot of beasts such as hydras, chimeras, and harpies. Then, there is also the river Styx right past the orchards.” In Hades’ mind, something immediately clicked. He did not care for what else Charon was about to say. He ran out of the mansion and teleported to the side of the river Styx. Sure enough, he saw a weakened Angelique.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

Call me if you want to leave early. Delilah put away her phone. The rest of the ride was silent until they got to their destination. Delilah's eyes land on a huge white building that mimicked a museum, it wasn't a museum to begin with. It was like a hotel but rooms were hardly booked for a night. Each room in the building was booked for a number of wild or mild events. Kobie drives to a parking lot, fortunate for him and Delilah they were able to nag a parking spot.