Hades Saga Book 1 の小説・ストーリー

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

A powerful, deadly aura radiated from him, his rage palpable. “How dare you bastards touch her?” Hades hissed, his voice low yet laced with such fury that it brought everyone to their knees. “Hades…” I tried to call out—to reach him and speak—but the words barely made it past my throat. I closed my eyes as pain overwhelmed my senses, the same excruciating pain I had felt when I lost my sight that night. But this time, instead of the blinding light I always saw, it was different—as though the light was slowly clearing up, and dots began to appear in my vision.

I tried to get up once again, but he simply tightened his grip. ''Good thing you came then, isn't it? What did you find?'' He asked, completely ignoring me. ''Let's not discuss it here. The walls have ears'' She said, opening a void portal. Hades stood up, carrying me in a bridal style. He stepped into the portal, and we ended up in what appeared to be another one of his libraries, different from his study. And I was in complete awe. 'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me.

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

he challenged me. I was speechless and I couldn't name why I felt bad because of the tone of his speech. Why do they doubt? But I have to say and it's up to them, if they believe. "It said, 'At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh f'rth. The daylight shall bleedeth. The moon shall caterwauling. F'r imm'rtality shall cometh to an endeth'. I'm sorry but that's how it was pronounced, but it says that the attack will occur from the heart that I found out that it refers to the heart of Wysteria, the place where the border of each kingdom, Avalone which is one of the closest to the heart of Wysteria. The disciples of darkness will come and ravage. The sun wil

I wasn't ready to move on, not yet. I walk out of my room, hugging my clothes, and at the same time, Ares, my brother, comes out of the bathroom while steam from inside is smoking out. His short black hair is damped and loose, and his five o'clock shadow has been shaved as the towel wrapped around his waist reveals his torso with tattoos of the Filipino sun on his right chest and a Japanese design covering his whole right arm. He has another one on his back with the Greek words agape, pistis, and theos.

For a man who faints at the first sight of his white-lotus first love, and a heroine who weaponizes her own tears like a loaded shotgun. I open my eyes, looking at the pair of them through a completely clear, icy lens. The delusion is dead. It didn’t just die; it rotted and fell away. I desperately, honestly hope that Hades—the ruthless, terrifying Alpha King from the novel—isn’t as mind-numbingly infuriating as these two absolute goddamn idiots. If the ruler of the empire is this stupid, the whole kingdom deserves to burn. “Wow,” a gravelly whisper vibrates right against my shoulder blade.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

Happy Ending Happy Starting --- **Description of SHIV's Book** **Title:** Hades Sassy Persephone Shivshakti Singh Rathore, an honest police officer who is ruthless, cold, and darker than Hades. He is the third prince of Gadh, Rajasthan, India. Adrija Singh, who is full of herself. An arrogant, domineering, and aggressive woman with a Persephone's heart full of spring life. A kick-ass heroine who loves to poke, mock, and taunt the hero. Different from the original mythological story of Hades and Persephone, this story is poles apart. Here, Persephone is three years older than Hades and has a sassy personality that irritates him to no end.

ALESSANDRA As my hours were done, I walked ahead towards my car. Today was very different from other days. Till today I had not seen such a form of Hades. Hades is a terrible kind of person who just wants to kill people. He did not think before killing anyone, nor did he think of saving anyone. In front of him two men were fighting fearlessly like wild animals. He broke the head of a human in front of him, but Hades still did not have mercy in his heart. He did not think of saving him, but seeing him dying, Hades was getting peace.