Hades Skulls Novels & Stories

As he saw the inscription. It can't be! This is impossible, Lex mused as he mouthed the words made out of human blood: HAIL HADES. HAIL THE BRINGER OF LIGHT. HAIL THE THREE-HEADED DOG. Lex could hear screams in his head. ••• Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The locket in Lex's mind went. Swaying in the darkness that was his thoughts. Trying to make the swaying pendulum come to a stop.

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Each beat, causing a blinking effect that took the camera view off for a while and back on. The birds accumulated as they fell, filling in and creating the living figure of death and darkness, The Great Hades. He appeared in a figure unknown to all whose eyes had fallen yet to fall on him. Clean, possessing new facial figures. A full free fall black hair signifying his ego darkness. No single spec of colour was seen around him, pale as a vampire, engulfed in a black cape that covered him all around. The storm that fell right towards them retreated as Hades looked up at them. Thus a smirk appeared on his face as his ego rose with intention that he had won.

"He dismembered them, Nilela destroyed all of them." Underworld: The void opened neared a throne made of skeleton and Ruthless stepped out of it. Seated on the throne of bones was Hades, the King of the underworld. "Your gift Hades," Ruthless said, pushing Flower forward. Hades stood up from his throne and sniffed the skeleton in Ruthless hand and smiled. Hades hardly interact with the rest of the gods and was always in his abode punishing souls who are filled with sins. "I brought you a sinful soul Hades."

The god laugh, "you have no idea. None the less, all those souls belong to me. When they die, they come right to me to be tortured." That was when realisation hit Dracula. He leant forward to see under the hood, only to jump back in fright and stumbled over. All he saw was a skull with a red glow around it. There were no eyes, nose, or mouth. "You are Hades, maybe you can help me." Dracula grabbed a hold of Hades' cloak, instantly feeling his life force draining away. Hades looked at him and smiled, "I don't do favours." "Please, I beg of you? I don't want to die from this plague." Dracula plead.

Above them, the ceiling cracked open, revealing a starless sky that pulsed like a beating heart. Nihareth lifted both arms. "Bring me the final relic." A female follower approached, cradling an ornate golden skull wreathed in thorns. She knelt and offered it forward, her hands trembling. "The Skull of Orun, taken from the old vault in the east." Nihareth took it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned to the altar and placed the skull into the hollow at its center. The air turned colder instantly. The ground beneath them shook.

And a human skull adorned his head. He wore a necklace made of human skulls too on his chest. Death and destruction were flashing in his eyes. Immediately behind him, the mighty Hunger Rider emerged, astride his black Agalariept. The body of this monster had skin stuck to the bones. His face looked like a charred human face. A whip tangled around the neck of this powerful immortal. Those who had a braver heart would have been terrified by the vision.

Alpha Hades I fucking love the expression on Zeno's face. The adorable frown and confusion create the perfect blend of pure innocence that I want to ruin. I, Nero Hades, admit that I want to ruin my beautiful wife, destroy him and put him back together piece by piece. I want to worship, praise and use his body until he is so broken that he can't think of any other man but me. Oh, the things I'd do to that body and that sarcastic but surprisingly skilful mouth. But alas, it's too early to bring out the big guns.

As soon as she saw me, she gave me her characteristic smile. "Hydra, by Deüs Krönor, is the story of a crew of sailors who face a monster with several heads, each with a different power and capable of replacing itself. Thus, it can survive by sacrificing one of its heads, usually the most useless, and as long as one head remains, it won't die. Isn't that interesting?" Suddenly, a gigantic shadow formed under my body, and several arrows emerged from it and surrounded Midgard, three of them directly under her throat.

But this farce will end, and hopefully soon. He stood up and tucked my hair gently behind my ear. As he touched me, chunder flared up my guts. I know that many women find him attractive, but to me, he is just utterly disgusting and repulsive. He and Marcellus looked more like brothers and not like father and son. The only difference is the pile of grey hairs, which peppered Hades’ long auburn hair and long, well-styled white beard, while Marcellus would usually style his auburn beard in a stubble manner with five o’clock shades. Also, Hades had cobalt blue eyes, while Marcellus had steel grey eyes like his floozy mother.