Hades Sons Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

muttered Hades, representing already all the unseparated and also unbreakable loves in the whole universe. “I want you to accompany me to pass through, to go through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter, Brother Hades... Hopefully, you’ll always and always remember that and thus, you’ll never let yourself get badly and severely injured in the battlefield in front there...” Hanny’s Brother Hades landed his quite long, intimate and caressing kiss on his gentle beautiful wife’s pair of pinky challenging lips. Afterwards, Hades also turned round his body. He changed himself to a ray of blue light and charged forwards to the battlefield in front there.

Zeno tries to speak, but his father cuts him off. "That's right, son. Those poor rogues tried to redeem themselves and join our pack. They only wanted peace and a safe haven for their families, and look what your beloved husband did. He killed them, and all of them are gone, if not crippled for life. Do you believe a man like that would ever honour the promises he made? Do you believe a man like Alpha Hades wouldn't hurt you?"

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.