Hades Sons Novels & Stories

And the smile didn’t belong to Don anymore. It was Victor’s smile. Twisted. Corrupted. “I’m Dareon,” he said softly. “Second son of Hades. Twin to the boy you promise to love and anchor.” Jo’s heart stopped. The chamber tilted. The breath in her lungs turned to ice. She’d heard the stories. Hades had two sons. But she’d never met the other. There were rumours that the weaker twin died at birth. The royal bloodline had buried it—hidden him like a shameful secret.

Before dusk, my husband Hades and our son Eren appeared on the social feed. By nightfall, the post had spread through every hall of Olympus and every shadow of the Underworld. The post claimed that Hades, lord of the dead, had taken a flower spirit as his lover, and that they were raising a five-year-old son together. The picture under the headline showed Hades standing beside Eren. A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair.

Hades said to his son as the flames on his head turned blue. “What are you going to do about it dad?” Zagreus asked, stomping on a red frog. “Leave that to me.” Hades said, climbing up on a giant stone. “Whatever you say.” Zagreus said gobbling up the frog. Hades stretches out both of his arms mid-way in the air, with his eyes turned deep red, and the flame on his head turned from blue to red. A great noise of thunderstorm and lightning Hits the dead beings and flowers.

Thankfully, just as I did that, the door was suddenly pushed open. However, my jaws practically fell to the floor when two men who looked like splitting images of Hades stepped in. I gasped and so did Hades. “Hello brother,” one of the men greeted with a smile, and I couldn’t help but frown when my body reacted to him just as it did to Hades. What the hell? Was he also my mate? And the last one too? “I am Chad, Hades' brother, and this is our other brother, Trent.” The man said, ignoring Hades as his attention was riveted to me.

His looks seemed like he was planning something disgraceful. “Hades,” Poseidon uttered, his tone threatening. Hades looked at him with a piercing glare and then let out a sinister laugh. “Poseidon, Poseidon, Poseidon... how is your son on earth?” Hades said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Don’t you dare touch my son, Hades!” Poseidon was aggrieved at the mention of his son. He doesn’t know how Hades learns about his son. He sensed Zeus’ stare and he let out a sigh.

Jonathan screamed, his knees buckling. "You dare," Hades growled, his voice laced with the deadly resonance of a storm, the kind that warned of death and ruin. His aura expanded, choking the very air in the hall. Even the guards who had been lurking in the shadows stepped back, trembling. Jonathan sobbed, thrashing like a trapped animal. "Ouch! Stop! You’re breaking my wrist!" Hades’s grip only tightened, his sharp canines glinting as he leaned closer. "Where is my daughter?" His tone was not a question; it was a death sentence waiting for an answer.

He reminded me of Jackson—he was imitating him. “Have you forgotten who my father is?” he said coldly. He shook his head slowly and leaned back in his chair. He grinned. “I am Jackson De Verra’s son, Hade. His blood runs in my veins. How can you be so sure I’m not part of this? How can you be so sure I’m your friend? What a fool.” I flipped the small table between us and kicked Jarred in the chest, making him roll in his chair. He curled up and let out a low groan.

I opened the box and saw a gold necklace with a small round pendant. It was a globe. Hade and I share the same dream to go out into the world, but I'm the only one who gets to go. Somehow, inside me, my heart ached for Hade who had to stay for his family after his two eldest brothers died, one in war and one with an illness. That makes Hade the eldest Vandenberg now, the next in line for his father's seat in The Council. "Count me in one of your little trips around the world, yeah?" Hade said, melancholy evident in his eyes.

The power rolling off him is potent, and I fight the urge to bow to him. “You know who I am, boy?” he asks, and I gulp and shake my head. “No, sir, I don’t,” he chuckles, and Gaia watches us. “You have his and her eyes. No matter, you have come here for something, so let me introduce myself to you,” he says and I think, my eyes they are similar to Asteria’s and Poseidon’s. “My name is Kronos. I am the father of Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus.”