Novel & Cerita Hades Rise Of Red

Her white dress stained red at the hem. The girl's gaze found Aria's, sharp and unyielding. When the girl spoke, the voice wasn't hers but poured like smoke into Aria's mind: Run, little bloom. Or become the fire. Aria woke gasping, drenched in sweat. Tears blurred her vision. Outside, the sky bled red. She rose, heart pounding. The fourth bloom opened quietly behind the poetry books. Her phone lit up again. Jules: "We're moving. Now. We can't wait anymore."

“Can you at least try to be tolerable for a short moment in respect of this gathering?” Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

We moved up to the other chair, Hades sat and pulled me onto his lap, he wrapped his arm around me and I leaned into his embrace and turned to look over at the other man. He had glassy blue, sea blue eyes that complemented his hair almost too perfectly with sharp, handsome features. His tan skin glowed like he had glitters of gold engraved in him. Simply put, he was breathtaking but again, he was not Hades. Maybe I wouldn't compare his fair features to Hades' dark ones if I had met him first, but that didn't matter now, did it? Hades POV I was over the moon that Rose felt the same bond as I did.

“Haris won’t save you this time. He’s too busy saving his sinking ship. Join me, and we can hold Jakarta in the palm of our hands. Forget love and loyalty—they’re for the weak.” At that moment, the foundation’s entrance doors burst open. Haris Nasution strode in, followed by Marcus and two security officers. His face was like a storm ready to destroy everything in its path. “Let her go,” Haris commanded, his voice low but filled with undeniable authority. Julian turned, unfazed. “Ah, the hero arrives late. Haris, you should be focusing on your collapsing stocks.” “Stocks can be recovered,” Haris said coldly, stepping in front of Serena, shielding her with his broad frame. “But the dignity of

Her happiness was short-lived. As soon as the race was over she leaned back in her seat to laugh over the sour defeat of the dragons but caught the sight of a familiar figure from the side of her eyes. It was the figure of Adna, the goddess of excess and as was natural to her, she held a jar of mead in one hand while the other dangled over the shoulder of a very beautiful male Aloni. Adna was a beautiful dark head goddess, willowy and tall but her elegance was destroyed by her love for the mead. She was laughing and staggering drunkenly. She caught sight of Helena and went over to meet her. The Aloni stood behind her as a show of submission as he bowed his head in Helena’s direction.

My blood was boiling as I took in the site of my family bound and broken below the deck on the opposite of me and Kayden and his men casually inhabiting my home. More warriors instantly rushed to me and my rage came out as I subdued 6 more of them without even using my powers. I turned and growled through the remaining once towards Kayden. I saw a very large man with a powerful aura step forward. He wasn’t Kayden, but I could tell from his aura who he was. He was his second in command. He was one that Scar had told me stories about that she had heard. He was a monster, same as the king. He stalked towards me and I got into my stance when Kayden spoke behind him.

He asked, looking up at me, his brow arching. "Yeah, I can feel it, but Cedric did say it would respond to the royal bloodline. Maybe it isn't specific to the which bloodline." I explained, turning my attention back to my mate. Alora traced the images that had been carved into the wood, her brows pinching together. "From fire and ashes, a Phoenix shall rise," Alora whispered. "You can read that?" I asked, tilting my head as I watched her. She looked up at me through her lashes.

My wolf may be gone, but Hades is just as important to me as she was. Hades' eyes lock onto mine, his gaze burning with determination. "Since it is fully my fault, let me take responsibility—" But I don't let him finish speaking. I rise onto my toes, my heart pounding in my chest, and press my lips to his. The kiss is soft at first, a gentle touch, but it quickly deepens, becoming more passionate, and more intense. Hades' arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he returns the kiss. I feel his warmth, his energy, and it's like my entire world has come alive. —*

It was at this moment that he decided to speak for the first time. “Brax Jaxon Layden, listen to my words!” My chest vibrated as his strong voice echoed over the land. “The time is drawing near, you must be prepared. The seal that keeps Hades imprisoned in hell is weakening and soon it will no longer be able to contain him. He will be able to walk among humans and all mythical creatures. Chaos will follow in his footsteps. A plan was put in motion long ago that would give my people a way to defend themselves and help send Hades back to his prison. Brax, you wield the blue flame. A rare ability that is only gifted to trusted dragons mentally and physically capable of holding so much power. I

I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive. How I wished I hadn't given up so much for him. “Piiiiiiiiii...!” I suddenly heard the sound of an approaching car. Slowly, I turned to my left, but it was too late because the next second, I was lying in a pool of my own blood, alone on the deserted road. Finally... I'm going to die and leave this wicked world behind. Am I seeing double? Why am I seeing the stars and the moon when it's raining?