Hades Poseidon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Even if Hades and I had our issues, he surely was a good brother. My hand held out, beckoning Poseidon. Screams from within the box could be heard. Cursing, yelling and more black tar inched down the box as Kronos tried to break free. Kronos’ face leaned against the glass, his cheek watching Poseidon step forward. “Oh, the God of the Sea,” he hissed. “Dare he try to destroy me? I’ll always be in your dreams.” Kronos chuckled. The deep rumble in his voice quaked the bloodied soil beneath us. “All of you, nothing but a worthless pieces—” Poseidon grabbed my hand, his other now laying in Hera’s. The radiated smile she gave him only pushed him to let his power flow as we channeled our powers to

While Medusa was having the time of her life in Hades chamber, Olympus was gradually falling apart and the gods were not making it any easier for Zeus. In the great white hall, the eight main gods sat, making a hell of a noise. To Zeus, it was like baby sitting overly powered kids that had no home training. Then again, he was just like them.....all eight of them; Poseidon god of the sea, sat with his golden trident and crown, very intimidating with all his godly build and huge blue tail.

, Hades shrugged as if it were obvious. Realization struck him hard, “You will never have my great grandson, don’t test me Hades, I’ve grown tired of you and your games.”, Poseidon was furious, he must warn Cora. “I grow tired of listening to you almighty King of the Sea”, Hades smirked one last time before his brother disappeared. "Well that was a pleasant visit", he sighed to himself. Cora’s POV

"Poseidon! Preposterous. Impossible! There is no way that the water people would be calm when their god was trapped in a body of some grizzly bear! Besides, he was there on the last council meeting." Mtungagore all but spits venomously upon that. I think he has a personal vendetta or relationship with Poseidon. "Hades, you ought to get to the bottom of this. you have to know exactly what is going on."

THE FOLLOWING DAY, Thanatos greeted Hades first thing in the morning, having brought with him the news that he had been able to successfully schedule an appointment with Poseidon. “Why do you look so uncertain?” Hades told Thanatos while riding their way. “It sounded a bit strange. Poseidon is so easy to reach now compared to before. ” Thanatos gave his response. The choices he made with his words made it clear that he was harboring some uncertainty in his mind, which he was unable to conceal.

Then, Zeus cleared his throat as he glanced at Hades, hoping that his brother would start the conversation. Hades, who is sensitive, looks at Cia gently. "Arlcia, did you forget your assignment?" "Of course not!" "But you look busy with your little family," interrupted Poseidon. Cia chuckled, of these three gods. Only Poseidon likes to find material to make a fuss about. "Come on, I've only been in touch for the first time. I have only two children, unlike you who have children everywhere." Poseidon's eyes widened in disapproval. Want to argue, but it's true. So, he could only snort loudly, as if it was letting off steam.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Both of them lifted their gazes and were a bit scared to see us right here. "Tryna save your hero, huh?" Hades asked the intruder as he picked up his gun, about to fire at Hades but he rushed at him and knocked him to the ground. I quickly held Killian back to his reach as I hurried off to untie the rogues. They began to fight alongside as we wage serious war against the intruder and Killian.