Hades Skulls Novels & Stories

Kiernan explained casually, picking lint off his fur coat as the silver crown on his head glittered, bouncing off the moonlight. I could tell from the creepy-looking dolls they had stabbed into the gray pillars lining the black carpet. The way evil-looking totems with seven heads hung from the ceiling, chinkling lightly in the wind in a way that made goosebumps pop on the back of my neck. “Then its a good thing I don't believe in the Goddess either, Your Majesty. I have Hades’ powers protecting me, and the goddess is no match for that.” I vowed, pulling the hood of my cape back to show him my raven-black hair and the red-eye ring that glowed on my finger.

Hades held out hope Doll might have connected with the crystal if there were any plant-based components in it. A zap from his collar stole the luxury and ability to be concerned about anyone but himself. It sucked not having any idea what to ready himself for. Hades was pulled out of his dark bunker and dragged along a hallway. There wasn't much to see, even if he could come to his senses. As far as the tom could tell, it was just endless crystal walls. Except he couldn't help but think he could hear voices coming from the crystals. Although he couldn't understand them, there was a growing unsettling feeling about what they might be saying or where they might be coming from.

Then, the ground began to thrum. A rhythmic, heavy thudding that grew louder with every heartbeat. Out of the white haze, a nightmare took shape. It was massive, a hulking wall of muscle and bronzed armour. The creature stood on two thick, furred legs, but its head was that of a monstrous ram. Its horns weren’t just bone; they were jagged, spiraling obsidian that seemed to drink the light. “Is that… Aries?” Pelin gasped, her voice trembling.

Finally, he said in a quiet voice, “Six hellhounds… and the Minotaur.” “Minotaur?” Arkady asked with a cocked brow. “As in mythology?” James nodded solemnly. “Except those pictures and descrip- tions don’t do it justice. If there hadn’t been four of us, there’s no way it would’ve been run off before it ripped me to shreds.” “But… in myth, didn’t it get killed?” Charlie pointed out. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “apparently, Hades is in the business of

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.

Suddenly she could place the odor being carried in the wind--it was the stench of rot and spilled blood, of putrefying flesh. Along the bottom of the palisades were sun-bleached, weathered skulls, whipped white and clean by the wind and the sun. Along the top, the skulls looked fresher. That is, they were still clearly peoples heads--thick manes of black hair, skin mostly intact. But the skulls in the middle were someplace between mortal and monster: The frayed skin was peeling back, leaving dried brown blood on bone. The faces were stretched tight with what might have been terror or rage. Lawrence staggered away, hoping for a breath of air that didnt stink of rot, but not finding it.

"Andromeda! What a pleasant surprise",Hades said as the mistress approached him. He was currently in his human form and one could see where the expression, 'handsome as the devil' was gotten. Hades looked like someone in his early forties. Raven dark hair framed his chiselled face, his eyes were a golden colour and a wide grin split his face. His set of teeth that could be seen were sharp tipped and sparkly white. He was dressed in a long dark robe and he reclined in his throne casually.

Hades I was about to be crowned as the next Alpha. I smiled at my reflection in the ornate wooden mirror, hung on the wall. I smoothed a hand over my golden cropped hair and adjusted the gape of my robe which has the emblem of an Alpha crested on it. Alpha Hades! Alpha Hades! Alpha Hades!

I scream. Jaden and Maddox are still kneeling. The skeletal claws pierce their chests as they continue pledging allegiance to me. Blood drains from Jaden into the calabash. I scream again. Everything explodes outward and fucking power floods me. I fall but after a while, I stand. When I open my eyes, Hadies is staring at me in shock. She doesn’t retreat at first. She stands there, but I see the fear. The way she staggers back. The way her monstrous form slowly shifts back into her polished disguise.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.