Hades Skulls Novels & Stories

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

shouted and screamed all the generals, soldiers, as well as knights before quietus welcomed them and dragged their souls out of their bodies. “Seven heavenly tea leaves... Bravo... Marvelous, Brother Hades...” Sugar Aquarius clapped his hands for quite a couple of times. “And also this I think...” continued Hades again. Hades jumped up to the air. He opened up his palms again. From his palms, there came out seven bowls. Each bowl consisted of noodles, rice, porridge, vegetables, bread, cakes and some sugar cubes. Smiling confidently, Hades beat the bowls of bread and cakes first.

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.

His jet-black long hair was in total disarray, a shiny golden band sat on his head like a turban while amulets of silver and gold adorned his wrists and ankles. The man, who was no doubt Hades himself, was sitting on the ground beside a heavily chained giant creature of about seventeen feet tall. It looked like it was one dog but with three different heads. Cerberus; they must be the fabled hounds of the underworld. Hades was drinking from a heavy golden goblet and he seemed to be addressing his hounds, but instead of a back-and-forth natural conversation. He seemed to be talking to himself, assuming different voice tones.

Alex shifted in mid air as he leaped at the enemy. One second, he was a man in torn trousers. The next one, he was a monster, a very huge monster. Hades. He was massive. Easily the size of a pony, but pure and filled with muscle. His fur was midnight black, swallowing the light around him. His eyes were burning red coals. His claws were like obsidian daggers, scraping sparks against the marble floor. He landed on the group of mercenaries like a bomb. It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.

But before I could fully process my thoughts, a deep, familiar voice shattered the air. "I’m not interested in marking a tiny, sturdy thing like you." The glass door slid open, and Hades stepped inside, his towering figure casting a long shadow across the floor. His crimson eyes flickered toward the bodies outside before settling on me, his gaze unreadable. "The view is nice, isn’t it?" His lips curved into a smirk, one laced with something dark, something wicked. "I was just wondering where I should hang your Alpha’s corpse when I get my hands on him. Maybe right beside them, so you have a perfect view. And I will have a good evening moment watching him rotting with disgrace."

Whatever it takes. I followed behind a group of Ministers a little distance off, curious about what the crowd was about. A group of vampire members entered a little later and I stopped realising it as one of their monthly meetings. Great, that’s what we needed, more of those leeches stuck together in a closed room. However, as much as I was annoyed to see them, the person my eyes narrowed on was the head of them all. Hades. He was decked in complete black, a reflection of his soul maybe, he didn’t wear a smile as the others had and certainly not like the bimbo that stood beside him smiling like an idiot. I snickered and his head tilted a little, until he stared into my direction as if he cou

I banged the doors open and standing before me was the Alpha. His stoic expression was giving out that there was a big problem but what might it be? Are we under an attack? Is the battle of the skulls at the morrow? I have known Hades and he wasn't the type to chicken out or get scared by wars. He had his first kill at the age of eleven detaching a deer’s head from its neck. He looked calm and collected but in him, there is a larger than life beast ready to destroy an entire pack when beckoned.

He wore a burgundy velvet jacket with black lapels and a pair of matching black pants that skimmed his muscular physique. Not that I was checking him out—far from it. But Hades had a way of flaunting his body to force the gaze to linger on his assets. I ground my teeth, my nostrils flaring. “What do you want?” “My souls,” he said. “My prisoners. My enemy.” “You’re not going to get it from us,” I snapped. “Get out of here,” Griff snarled. Hades rolled his eyes. “While I enjoy the sight of two merrily mated mongrels, there are matters at play neither of you can begin to comprehend.”

Tethys strode into the tomb with the exact same arrogance that defined him, his every movement an exercise in calculated confidence. He was flanked by his marids, their dark, obsidian bodies shimmering in the dim light. They were creatures of pure malice, their eyes glowing with the malevolent fire of their master. With a silent, sharp gesture, they carried forth a massive skull, a grotesque relic of long-forgotten beasts. The skull was oblong, its surface marred by jagged teeth that seemed to glisten with a hunger of their own. They placed the skull right next to Aylin’s suspended form, and the air around them immediately began to pulse with dark energy.