Hades Sketch Novels & Stories

Lush with refreshing greenery with the air enchanted by the fragrance of millions of flowers and a sky so blue without the covers of clouds, every part was in vibrant details, in this kingdom from fairy tales. The spell the beauty of the land cast was suddenly broken when I realise how Hades wasn't wearing a hood leaving him exposed to the glaring sun. My heart race in panic as I shoot up loosening the sleeves of my sweatshirt over my fingers. Hades turns away from the reins searching for the reason for worry of the one stumbling over to him. Without a word of warning I grab a handful of the sikly cloak to pull down the startled god and as he attempts to pull back in reflex I tug harder orde

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.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

But compared to a life entangled with Hades, my old life was a hundred times less stressful. I gripped the knob tighter, twisting it. Freedom. The door cracked open, but I froze. My eyes widened. Hades leaned against the doorway like he had been waiting all along, blocking the exit with ease. His hair was messy, tumbling carelessly across his forehead, yet somehow it made him look even more devastating. He wore a black hoodie and sweatpants, and perched on his nose were a pair of reading glasses. Hot. God help me, that was the only word my stupid brain could come up with.

Thanatos had just returned from talking to one of the men that he had called on to search throughout Miami for Rebecca when Hades asked him abruptly who had just returned. “Unfortunately, they were unable to find anyone who came close enough to resembling the sketch that they had,” Thanatos quickly responded to the question. “There's no way I could be wrong, Thanatos. It was Rebecca who I saw back there.” Hades responded. Both his anxiety and his frustration have been creeping back up on him in recent days. He appears to be losing control once more. “Calm yourself, Hades. I have directed the men to continue their search.” “If they have to flip the entire city of Miami, so be it. Damn it!” Th

“Those who are strong will survive, I don't care about the weak.” “Damn you Raigulus, you are supposed to be a protector not a mindless fool.” Hades replied and squatted down, his left leg behind him as it was used as an anchor, the right leg before him, in his right hand he had his weapon ready. With a quick burst of speed, Hades dashed towards Raigulus closing the distance in a matter of seconds, however, the chimera man didn't give him such leisure time and shot the sphere at the incoming Hades.

He had orchestrated a plan so devious that even Hades, the master of cunning, wouldn't see it coming. "Everything is set," Jack murmured to himself, feeling the weight of the moment. The plan was simple but effective: Hades was scheduled to meet with the Macaris family outside the country to discuss a major deal. But instead of a peaceful meeting, Jack had arranged for assassins to be there. They would kidnap Hades, keeping his identity a secret until Jack and Carlos arrived. Only then, with the whole world watching live on the internet, would they unmask Hades and execute him.

Whatever it said didn’t matter now, because she was going to have to do this. Hades released her neck and pushed her to her knees, running his fingers through her short hair. He then gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer. He unbuckled his belt, undid the zipper and buttons on his pants. He pushed his boxers down, and his cock sprang free. It was bigger than when she first saw it. She guessed he wasn’t as aroused then? Or this weapon of destruction just had several alter egos, and what she saw nights ago was already huge.

"But not other werewolves." Hades studied me for a long moment before exhaling through his nose. "You don’t seem particularly distressed about being here," he noted. "Tell me—was it your plan to get captured, or do you just have a death wish?" I raised a brow. "You should write a novel, Wraithborn. Your imagination is wild." "Imagination or not, it makes no difference." He turned slightly, his smirk curling wider. "But how about I introduce you to someone?"

Hades struggled frantically as if he were a butterfly pinned on a board, unable to free its wings. My face scrunched in disgust as I began to see Hades's veins bulge. His eyes began to swell and water as his muscles went taut. He tried hard to scratch at the claws that maintained an iron grip against his neck but to no avail. Blood began to trickle down Asher’s claws, trailing down his arms and down on the floor as he slowly began to cut off Hades's wind supply.