Hades Series Tate James Novels & Stories

"I-I wouldn't blame you in the least little bit if you decide to ash me." "Good," James said coldly as he shoved the stake right through Cade's heart. Cade looked down at the stake in bewilderment and then back up at James with an uncomprehending look on his face right before his body went grey and exploded into ash. James pocketed the silver stake and walked through the nearest doorway he could find. It was time to get down to business. *

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

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.

“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.

With calculated precision, Denzel takes a deliberate step back, his eyes locked on Hades. He begins to circle, moving in slow, deliberate arcs, sizing Hades up. Waiting for an opening to strike. Hades mirrors Denzel's movements, his eyes never leaving his opponent. "I will make it happen," Denzel seethes. Hades' voice drips with venom. "So you can take the life out of Jasmine, after doing the same to your other partners, sucking the life out of them so you can become young again?" Denzel's face twists in rage.

His friends immediately hooted at him for getting rejected. Sighing, I turned away to look at the swimmers. To my avail, they had their eyes fixed on me, even Zachariah. His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he starred at me with those beautiful hooded eyes that had got me captivated. He hastily turned around, showing his chiseled back to me. “Let the tournament of 2022 begin.” The boy---Hades, yelled in the mic, the huge crowd erupted in cheers. The thumping of the music getting louder and louder by each passing minute.

"You were only employed two days ago and you've already begun snooping around?" "I got lost." "Huh. You got lost and found your way here, then you decided that you could get some information to your flash drive?" "That's not my drive. I was only looking through the paintings on the wall and I panicked when I heard you come in." "Huh." He licks the inside of his cheeks. "You know something Kota? I hope you don't mind me calling you Kota." "I don't mind at all." He nods. "Lying is an art in the underworld. Your life depends on how well you're able to sell a lie. And you, my dear beautiful puppy, are the worst liar I've ever met."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Was I wrong again? Nova sighs and her shoulder slump. “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. Haze is her attack dog, and she left part of herself in Cherie - it makes no sense to me!” “Haze is her attack dog, yes, but how can Haze attack and kill me if Creed has the Obsidian Teardrop around his neck, stopping the Lycan rage?” I ask. “I have warned him not to remove it at all costs-”