Hades Skulls Novels & Stories

She spun in a half circle and slung his screaming body into the bubbling crevice. “I’ll kill you myself,” Hades yelled as he got to his feet, his knees still raw but healing faster than most immortals. He began to charge her. Her advance was the seductive walk of a woman, made haunting by the fact that she was nothing more than a skeleton covered in flames. She brought one skeletal palm up, closed her fist, and jerked it down. I watched in disbelief as Hades was sucked into the ground up to his waist, the earth turning to stone around him.

While some stayed motionless, the others twisted around, groaning in pain. Hades turned around, his expression one of indifference and lazily strolled to the side. Grabbing a bottle of water from the bench of supplies, he twisted the cap open, his muscles rippling with the motion. Beads of sweat shone over them like diamond particles. He seized half of the water in two big gulps, then poured the rest over his head. The water dripped from his long dark hair, along the edge of his jaw, then down the crevices of his taut eight packs.

As Jack left Amanda's hospital room, his mind raced. He couldn't shake the image of the black scorpion-head watch on Ethan's wrist. It was a rare design, one he had only seen once before. He remembered seeing the same watch a few weeks ago—on the wrist of Hades. The notorious leader of the Hell's Gang. Jack’s throat tightened as he thought about it. Could Ethan Leo, Sasha's lover, actually be Hades? He knew the Leo family was powerful, but this… this was something else entirely. If Ethan was truly Hades, then Sasha was in far deeper than she realized.

What was special about them were the matching tattoos in the shape of a black sickle on their necks. Mitch immediately zoomed in on this tattoo and explained to Philip, Josh, and the others, “Young Master Clarke, they’re not ordinary people. According to the clues we found in our investigation, these people belong to a powerful organization in the West.” Philip asked with a frown, “The West? Which organization?” On the side, Carlisle Sutton took out the information and handed it to Philip while saying, “The Hall of Hades from the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. They’re the subordinates of Hades, the King of the Underworld.”

The creature opened his mouth talking to Alpha Ethan, Alpha Ethan had never seen Hades true form because he didn’t have a reason to bring it out, now that he had seen it he was shocked. “Let’s end this here, what better way to finish this war than to kill the two leader of the wolves, though you are my family and it would pain me to finish you off but my destiny has to be fulfilled” Hades ranted before pulling Nelly up and stabbing his deep claws into her, her eyes suddenly opened and she could a spark of fire in her veins, he dropped her and her body began changing into a creature just like him. Soon two beast were standing before Alpha Ethan and Xavier.

Hades' POV It was another day and I had released the twenty men from the room. I had drawn badges around their chest to identify them. It wasn't a badge they could remove, more of a tattoo, but not a tattoo. I walked across the field, not wanting to think about getting Brielle this time around. I wanted to free my hand. The noise was too much in my mind and I needed to enjoy the best moment of my life when I hadn't been noticed by Killian to be the Hades he was trying to kill.

I am going to leave this pack before my birthday. After deciding this I finished my food and water and lean back into the bed thinking of ways to escape. I perk my ears up when I hear someone in the hallway. It sounds like two people gossiping. I hold my breath and strain my ears to hear what they are saying. "I heard he killed his only sibling that's how cruel he is." Gasps "Alpha Hades is indeed a very cruel Alpha. I pity whoever his mate may be." Humming in response they walk too far away for me to hear anything more. At the mention of Alpha Hades my heart started to race and I felt this strange tugging.

Blood was dripping from his neck as claws tightly dug into his flesh . All I could see was the beast’s back filled with bloody claw Marks and his flesh torn apart. Asmodeus’s wild and crazed eyes just trapped me in and shook me to my very core as he broke free of the tight grasp around his neck before he conjured up a thick black dagger made up of pure darkness and held it to the beast’s throat. It did not take long for my mind to put two and two together as I looked at the large man’s resemblance to Asmodeus’s n . His cold ,dark , alluring and dangerous aura said it all…he was Hades, lord of the underworld.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.