Hades Skulls Novels & Stories

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

Hades prioritized his efforts on Poseidon for the time being because that was the reason he had traveled all the way here in the first place. “What brought you here, Hades?” Poseidon greeted Hades, who had just entered the penthouse, in his customary stern manner. Poseidon had never before shown anyone, not even his brother Hades, the staggeringly beautiful penthouse that he had built for himself. The upper penthouse of Poseidon features a rooftop pool and summer kitchen that is outfitted with integrated appliances, motorized cabinetry with customizable cabinet colors, and under-counter wine coolers from Miele. Hades put on a phony smile as he greeted Poseidon. “I've come to this place to ha

Thunder struck with such force that it almost burst her eardrums, and lightning—a strange, ethereal blue color—illuminated everything around her for a brief, terrible moment. She realized with mounting horror that what she had taken for mountains on the horizons were actually thousands upon thousands of skulls piled up high. Not just any skulls—werewolf skulls, their elongated canines gleaming in the blue light, empty eye sockets seeming to follow her movements with accusatory stares.

He went through his phone to see a message waiting to be opened. "Of course." Theodore dryly muttered, she was going to contact him after all. He clicks on the inbox to read the text. "I'm disguised. You will spot me wearing dark shades and a scarf. I'm basically holding a bag of seeds feeding the birds like a deranged lunatic who's got nothing better to do. It's not hard to spot me." Theodore was amused by the description, he was amazed by the details she provided and definitely she wouldn't be hard to find.

“No. If they wish to return to you, then I will not stop them, however, I will not tell them to go with you either. Now, leave my land.” Hades turns to head back to his pack and leaves the other wolves behind. I watch them and I can tell this will not be good, as I’ve seen it before. I am proved right, when the male at the head of the group, lunges forward and shifts mid stride, to attack Hades from behind. His buddies follow him a few seconds later, and as the first reaches Hades, I see him turn and grab the first wolf by the throat, stopping him in his tracks and lifting him off the ground. **

She realized this place was another cage, just a much prettier one. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery oranges and purples, Hades appeared. He was no longer in a suit, but dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that hugged his powerful frame. He held two motorcycle helmets. “Ready for a ride, baby girl?” he asked, a hint of wild excitement in his eyes. He led her through a concealed door off the living room, into a large, climate-controlled garage. Inside, amidst several luxury cars, sat a sleek, powerful black motorcycle. It gleamed under the lights, looking like a predator. “Hop on,” he commanded.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion and looked up at Hades' face, my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. His eyes were completely black, green and purple veins were running all over his face and one single nerve was protruding at the center of his forehead. I was caged between him and the wall behind me. He heaved a sigh and looked straight into my eyes. I could see his canines peeking out of his mouth.

“Don’t take it off. He honestly really disgusting to look at when he’s in his natural form.” Jace listened and kept his eyes hidden. Hades changed into a grotesque appearance. Two wooden horns appeared from his skull, he grew two times in size, his once plump form turned thin and boney, his fingers became claw like, and his jaw was that of a skeleton. His eyeballs looked odd being the only organ in his body. Andi rolled her eyes. “Mind telling me why you’re here and not down there?” She pointed to the ground. “I come here when I want. You would know that if you looked at my future.”

Still not being able to see his face from the good he was wearing stepped closer trying to see him more clearly. “It’s ok Princess. You don’t have to be nervous, I’m Hades and you.” He said in a melodic accent taking his hood off to shake his hand, he smiled showing small dimples form at the ends of his cheeks with his fangs popping out with. He had his black hair with streaks of white flopping as with every word he spoke.Not noticeable for some or at least for me, he hard a 2 cracks like a cement bolt on the right side of his face no longer than the other almost touching his eyebrows.

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.