Hades Rise Of Red Novels & Stories

While for him that was what the rise of Era… The era of a complete family… The era of a Vampire family… “You Protect Me And I Protect You, Together Let’s Rise The Vampire Era!”

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

**Trigger warning. Proceed with caution. Rae’s POV I’m huddling in a corner, terrified out of my mind. I can hear him coming. Hades. I don’t know how long I have been here. It feels like forever. I know what he wants. He wants an heir. I can’t feel my wolf nor can I reach out to my mates. My heart is shattered. Since he has brought me here, I have cleaned until my fingers bleed. He makes sure that I take a shower or a bath every day. He tells me that I will give him an heir. After all, I am now his little slave. His gorgeous slave, he says.

Hades rushed towards where the automa-toms were continuing to beat his no-fur. Growling, he leaped, nothing less than a predator, on one of the automa-toms and rolled around on the ground fighting with it. This was nothing like taking out the ones in the dressing room at the Rodeo. This automa-tom had been programmed to fight. The petals moved to make different shapes above them so Hades was still safe from the wretched rain. However, they couldn't hold off the strength of his opponent as the no-fur staff was held to Hades's throat, the automa-tom on top of him.

And I might even choose her over my mate, I am not sure about that right now, but I am considering it. We arrive at the battleground, we find some of my men already spread on the ground lifeless. It really hurts me, who has the audacity to do this to my men. The men are in their human forms, and they are extremely fast, they attack without warning. A single sweep from them and one of my men in down already. Their nails seem to prolong on their own like claws. ‘We need another tactic.’ Jinora says to me. ‘You are right.’ I say. As I contemplate their moves.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Hades watched her with half closed eyes. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get your help. Why don't we start from here?",she said as she moved closer to her master. Hades eyes darkened and he grinned at her. "Wise choice Andromeda",he said. ______________________________________ All Xavier could see was red. Bright red. The colour of the rage burning within him. The hotness of the fury eating him up. He remained deathly quiet after Cassie finished telling him what Damian did to her. He was too quiet. His eyes kept switching from silver to black and back to silver. It seemed something was threatening to take over him and he was trying hard to hold it in.

Hades knelt on the bed, his eyes staring at me, filled with need and lust. “please can I fuck you?” he said the words in a dark tone. I smiled in victory, I had won, but the victory was short lived when I noticed the dark look on his face. I gulped nervously, “hades,” I whispered trying to create a little space between us. Hades pulled my legs, dragging me to the edge of the bed. I gasped as the sound of my dress ripping filled the room. “I’ll get you a thousand more by sun rise,” he grunted, his eyes fixed on my drenched core like a crazed man.

There was an indescribable joy I derived from watching life drain out of my adversary—or prey. To me, it was art. Every scream was a brushstroke, every corpse a signature. Adrenaline and bloodlust shot through my veins. I tore through warriors, ripping out hearts with bare hands, their eyes still wide in horror as life drained away. A sardonic smile spread across my face. “He’s not a wolf! He’s Chaos itself!” One of the Trinity warriors screamed before I tore his throat open. The word rang through the battlefield, carried by their fear. Chaos. They shouted it again and again, naming the storm that devoured them whole.