Hades Wife Novels & Stories

' I said. 'Okay.' "Aries, the woman sitting next to you...is your wife?" Hades suddenly asked, and I ignored him. "She is pretty and all...but... she's an imposter," he stated, and everyone froze. Raven's wide eyes met mine, and my heart squeezed at the sight of the horror written all over her face. "She's not. Don't make such ridiculous jokes," I stated, and he frowned. I could tell that he was about to stir up trouble.

A familiar commanding voice echoes through the grand hall like a beacon of light. I turn around and Hades’ hand Firmly lands on my shoulder, as if to keep me from breaking completely. “Over my dead body will Jasmine be disposed of!” Hades declares, His voice firm and resolute. His eyes lock on mine with fierce intensity but he suddenly looks away to glower at the rest of the pack members. “Jasmine is my fated mate! My Luna and my only wife. And there is no way I am letting anyone decide my fate!” Hades voice is defaming and controlling, his eyes don't waver. Instead it burns with conviction.

The sound of their boots marching the floor at the same time sounded like an earthquake. But there was Katherine, whose heart was palpitating and who almost lost the ability to breath. She had seen the god of war and had become extremely scared and confused. Why does her new husband look like the god of war? Can't be him, right? The god of war has just returned so the soldier she got married to definitely can not be the god of war. But as she looked inside his cold and icy stare, her mind argued that it was him but she argued back that it can't be him. But why was her heart beating like it will fall off her chest.

As she stared at her wife's nakedness for the first time, an excited lump stuck in her throat. Hades was beautiful beyond description. An older goddess of the Olympians, daughter of the Time Lord Cronus and the Titaness Rhea, no doubt her unearthly beauty was frighteningly radiant and timeless. Persephone was certain that if any mortal ever set their eyes upon her true form, their fragile lives would be burned into ashes. Even she, herself as a deathless goddess, felt immensely overwhelmed by Hades's perfection. Her eyes lingered at the elegant throat of the older woman, at her desirable beautiful breasts, a marvelous sight, and then back to her eyes that were shining like the deadly Styx. W

"I know why Jack called me Helen of Troy. Men fought wars over her extraordinary beauty after she was kidnapped. She's a troublemaker. Like me. Why did you call me Persephone instead?" I ventured, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I looked for more reasons to believe I mattered to him. "In Greek mythology, Hades is the God of the underworld. Persephone is —" "His wife," I said, blushing furiously as the obvious dawned on me.

He demands answers, "What are we celebrating, ladies?" David Nashville follows behind him, accompanied by his younger son, casting a cold stare at his wife, Miranda. “Is it a victory, Miranda?” Caught off guard, Miranda's face drains of color. Despite her own accomplishments, she is terrified of her husband, knowing him to be a master of treachery. As David approaches Miranda, Jay steps forward towards Melissa, their eyes locked in a tense gaze. The women appear distressed, while the piercing glares from the men send shivers down their spines.

Unable to stay mad at his wife but refusing to give her the satisfaction of getting ahead of him again, Tynan pretended to be inconsolable. From above the heavens, the creator of the G-phone's mysterious system smirked and stretched her hand out. "Pay up!" the Goddess of the Red Thread smirked. Love wasn't dead and she could prove it. The other Gods clicked their tongues in discontent but couldn't argue with it. The goddess won the bet fair and square. It didn't matter if they tempted the couple with money, prestige or other desires, Tynan walked away from every single one of them. It didn't matter if they removed Laura's memories, she still found her way back to him. Their love was genuine

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

She began crying and begging, "Bryan, you wouldn't just let me die, right? We've been together for so long. If I die, who's going to take care of Alex?" I let out a cold laugh, amazed she had the gall to say those words. One clear-minded person in the gallery responded on my behalf, "Hazel, do you not understand? Alex is your son, not his. Your son is nothing but a backstabbing ingrate." Alex's face flushed red, and he didn't dare say a word. Seeing that begging me was useless, Hazel searched the gallery for her former lovers, hoping one of them would speak up for her. But they were all gone.

"Cassandra… you were always so good to me. Even when we argued, you never spoke so harshly. I miss you. I miss the times when we were together…" Suddenly, the line crackled with static, and the phone was snatched away. Then, I heard Olivia's voice. "Ms. Channing, Hades is drunk and rambling. Don't take anything he says to heart. He won't remember a thing in the morning. "And let me remind you—Hades is my husband now. I don't appreciate other women ogling my man. "If you keep flirting with him, I won't hesitate to show up at your workplace and make a scene. Then all your superiors, colleagues, and students will see you for the slut you are!"