Hades Place Novels & Stories

{ Vynetta } I woke next to the cove, covered in dirt and sweat but so happy. I could feel the pulse of the Earth in my veins and I was always the most rested when I slept outside, feeding directly from the soul of the Earth itself. It was nearly night, I had fallen asleep for hours and I saw that there were blankets and a snack next to me, indicative of my mother having been over to check on me. I saw the signature golden hues of sunset peaking through the canopy above and sighed as I took in the beauty. Haven was the heart of the Earth. It was not only my home but it was a sacred place for our bloodline and now, also for the bloodline of the Moon Goddess. Leaving Haven was almost as diffi

I further informed. "Aphrodite, how did you meet this lad?" "I was leaving the theatre and he snuck in backstage, he is quite mischievous." Lydia shook her head, "he snuck in backstage?" I nodded, "you know you are not allowed to talk to anyone," she told me and I sighed. "I know..." "I am sorry, Aphrodite, but it is a pretty daffodil." "I suppose it is." "It is past saving now, I will throw it in the rubbish."

Before dusk, my husband Hades and our son Eren appeared on the social feed. By nightfall, the post had spread through every hall of Olympus and every shadow of the Underworld. The post claimed that Hades, lord of the dead, had taken a flower spirit as his lover, and that they were raising a five-year-old son together. The picture under the headline showed Hades standing beside Eren. A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair.

I would still win. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky’s POV The moment I felt it, I lifted my head, my ears twitching at the shift in energy. The air was still, almost too still, but the warning hummed in my bones. Helios was planning something. I curled my tail around my paws, my silver fur glowing under the moonlight. The dreamscape around me, the space where wolves could speak freely, beyond their human halves, shimmered as another presence emerged. Hades. I met his gaze as he stepped forward, his dark form massive, his silver eyes calm but weighted. He did not speak immediately, but he didn’t need to.

"Hades" *********************** Image

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

Manya was smiling inside for winning the first step of the battle but she was unaware of the fact that She was going to meet an angry Hades for the first time. The God of the Underworld who was going to get very angry…

“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 made a small pie chart and divided the circle in four regions. “This.” he pointed to one circle and started digging the area more. “This is Tartarus. This is where the worst transgressor resides. Most of the sinful. The damned. The ones who can’t be saved. This is the deepest level of the underworld. its where the Hades resides as well.” He said. me and Asher looked at each other. Okay, this place is out of question then. We don’t want to mess with the Hades jurisdiction. “Second comes the field of mourning, the one we just crossed. It is the place for those who are hurt by love. Love is the most twisted curse.” I could feel he was more of talking to himself than us.

I followed it, feeling a glide of breeze touching me, making shivers run down my back. Pushing the door open, I came into the small terrace Hades built for us to relax watching the stream flowing by. On the midnight sky the moon shone like a light bulb, giving me a good view of the surrounding. I looked around until my eyes fell on one of the arm chairs by the fire pit. Hades sat there, arm spread and one knee over the other. The top of his shirt buttons were open, the moonlight gleaming on the flawless skin of his chest, and his tie hung loose around his neck. His hair sat disheveled like he ran his hand through it several times.