Novel & Cerita Hades X Maleficent

She was a perfect example of what I wanted to become but failed to become. “Anything my lovely Little Fox,” Hades said as he continued to kiss my neck, sending an electric current all over my body. “What kind of power does your master yield? Hades pulled away and once again an internal battle showed on his face. “You’re crossing some dangerous lines my Little Fox,” a hint of amusement showed in his eyes. “You know I love you and you are the only Mate for me. But the power that my human and I yield is not yet whole. It is dark but it is also warm. It can scare people but at the same time comfort them as they find a place to hide, a place to run to. But know this, the only way to appreciate li

Hades watched her with half closed eyes. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get your help. Why don't we start from here?",she said as she moved closer to her master. Hades eyes darkened and he grinned at her. "Wise choice Andromeda",he said. ______________________________________ All Xavier could see was red. Bright red. The colour of the rage burning within him. The hotness of the fury eating him up. He remained deathly quiet after Cassie finished telling him what Damian did to her. He was too quiet. His eyes kept switching from silver to black and back to silver. It seemed something was threatening to take over him and he was trying hard to hold it in.

Still not being able to see his face from the good he was wearing stepped closer trying to see him more clearly. “It’s ok Princess. You don’t have to be nervous, I’m Hades and you.” He said in a melodic accent taking his hood off to shake his hand, he smiled showing small dimples form at the ends of his cheeks with his fangs popping out with. He had his black hair with streaks of white flopping as with every word he spoke.Not noticeable for some or at least for me, he hard a 2 cracks like a cement bolt on the right side of his face no longer than the other almost touching his eyebrows.

Or was it a spell of Aphrodite? Hades never realized that her cold nonchalant heart could feel such things until she met the lovely maiden. That night, Hades felt the sweet confusion and grew dizzy with joy and strangeness. She had seen mortals become stupid and mad in love. They fought, killed, sacrificed, and even died for it. Now she fell victim to the same spell.

Elie blankly stares back, her lips pressed to a thin line finding the man before her a "Weirdo." She deapans as she leans away in cold refusal wrapping her hands around Hades undettered of the consequences. Zeus pouts but a smug smile plays on his lips as Hades slowly recover from his shock and wrap his arms around the her figure snuggling her closer to the fabrics. And unnoticed by all the black omnipotent energy condensing between the King's fingers had extinguished. "He looks happy." Aphrodite smiles and Vald forcefully pulls away his gaze from her to Lord Hades who to him remained the cold stotic self.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

he growls, his voice low and menacing. Hades laughs, the sound dripping with malice. "And I'll say the same," he yells back, his hand tightening around my waist. He leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I'm caught off guard, afraid to reciprocate as the tension between Denzel and Hades crackles in the air. Denzel watches our kiss again, his eyes narrowing into slits. Hades breaks the kiss, his eyes flashing with triumph. "You know," he says, his voice dripping with condescension, "I always love a woman, sometimes I can be blind to see she loves me too, but I cannot be shallow enough to entrap her in a glamored necklace that can cost her her life."

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But the chances of his death by a satangel without potus is negligible because after a satangel loses it's potus, they become extremely weak, they won't even have enough power to stand, and after a few minutes they die leaving no one else in this universe who could kill that demon. Halflings even can't kill them after their potus is removed from their chest because, as they are not complete satangels, 99% of their powers rest in the potus. A satangel or a satangel halfling can't kill, or even harm the one who is of the same species as them. Even if they try to harm or kill eachother it will have no affects. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°