Hades Title Novels & Stories

Rose's POV. In my room, I lay alone in bed, reflecting on the events of the past few days. Hades remains the ruler of the Underworld, a kingdom that can't rule itself. The ruler is still needed. I have recently gotten to know him a bit. He may have appeared arrogant, weird, and like a bastard on the outside, but on the inside, he was actually an insecure, cute, and adorable person which caught me by surprise since it seemed to clash with his position as Lord.

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.

I asked with a small smile. I was finally getting what was happening. Hades had four aspects. Four parts of him that he could choose to divide I to if he wanted. They were arrogance, lies, apathy and hedonism. This were major characters Hades possessed, and they were all here now. "And why are my other mates quiet? This isn't our first meeting" I added, referring to the other three. I was guessing the first one was arrogance, he did behave it. Full of himself and proud.

I had a faint idea what I wouldn’t like what I would hear next and true to what I thought, Chad added; “This girl… who is she?” The tingling sensation I felt trailing up my face was enough to let me know that I was blushing fiercely. I had no idea why he was so head bent on knowing who I was. I didn’t even have enough time to ponder over it because Hades turned around then. He took just one glance at me before he shook his head and looked away. “She’s Hailey, a slave I bought earlier today… and the enemy’s daughter.” “But she’s our mate.” Trent added, looking at me.

A lot. He spun around, his piecing dark eyes settling on hers. "Take your time. Don't make your decision until you've seen the place. I'll explain more about your duties when we go the walk through. For now...fly home songbird." Who would say something like that, she thought. "Thank you, Mr. Hades?" She extended her hand. He took her hand in his, shaking it gently. "It's pronounced Hades. Adrian Hades. I look forward to hearing your songs, Canary."

But now, with Leon's appearance, the notoriously powerful Hades was frightened off by an unknown young junior! This was unbelievable! If they did not see it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it, even if beaten to death. Moreover, before they could recover from their shock, an even more astonishing scene unfolded. "Trying to run? It's not that easy!" Leon quickly reacted. Hades was the second-ranked Criminal on the list, always committing heinous crimes, unforgivable. Now that he finally encountered Hades again, he would not let him escape easily. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, swiftly using the top-grade Earth Class sage technique, Phantom Steps, moving as fast as lig

As Azazel spoke, the scene took place vividly. As there is Ceberus and Underworld, so will there be Hades. Hades (translating to /ˈheɪdiːz/; Greek: ᾍδης Hádēs; Ἅιδης Háidēs), in the ancient Greek religion and myth, is the god of the dead and the king of the underworld, with which his name became synonymous. His debut was no further than that of Cerberus but his form was indistinctive. He had a continuous flow of black tar around his unseen body. Hades obviously has caused a lot of damages and loss of either properties and lives in Chaos And Apocalypse. His persona oozes death which even gods do fear. Taking a look back, in no particular order, here are some of the memorable damages and death

Hades seethes. —*

"Are you sure Riven has really disappeared for weeks now?",Adromalius asked as he gazed at the bleak world before him. No matter how much he went into Tartarus, he could never get used to the chaos and agonized screams that echoed every time. He gazed at Hades, the king of the underworld, waiting for an answer to his questions. Hades held the glass dome containing Layla's blood in his palm. He swirled it occasionally, and each time he did, a devilish look would appear on his face.

"Think! I'm not even here, it's just a piece of my protective aura to hold the bridge. Which you and your friends are royally fucking up by the way. In truth, it is you being punished. You are making your own hell, Shadwell. Snap the fuck out of it, boy!" "I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BOY!!" Hades lashed out against the piece of King's aura. The sands were spiraling around him as he drew in every bit of power he could grab. "I am Hades. I am Doll's Innehavre and there is nothing some echo of an old, half-dead tom can say to change that fact."