Hephaestus Vices Novels & Stories

I said softly causing him to look over at me surprise on his features at my change in tone. "Real name is Kateus, also known as the sin of envy, due to jealous tendencies and grudges" I said taking a deep breath. "One of the main downfalls in humanity is the want for what others have making him one of the most dangerous sins because it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process the only thing that is a priority is his own want to be better and higher then anything and everyone else around him" I said causing him to look almost ashamed.

“This heist is a practice run for the vengeance I wish to take against my aunt and uncle who run the First Faction.” He was talking about Isis and Osiris, whose part of Hell governed all the souls that had come from Africa. I rose off my seat and walked around the table on trembling legs. Ophois had to be drunk, or high, or impulsive, because this was a lot to ask of one person. Even if we’d spent time together training, and his personality wasn’t terrible, and he made a nice-enough looking human, he was still a god of war who ate people. My mind whirred, trying to think of something that wouldn’t cause him offense.

“This house has two rules when it comes to respect, Seraphina.” I swallowed, my palms pressed stiffly in support against the walls. “Let me guess…no lying?” His eyes, a dark shade of hazel, scanned my face like he was impressed with how quick I was catching on. “Correct. And rule two—no running or funny businesses.” “From you?” I said, barely over a whisper, watching as he narrowed his eyes into a glare. He leaned in, his other hand swiping a lock of hair off my cheek as his lips brushed gently against my earlobes, sending a pool of shivers down my spine. “From me. This mansion. From what you agreed to, princessa.”

Hectate Aphrodite and Dimitri told us about one of the warriors and his daughter within the pack and how he resembled Dominick and himself greatly. We were all shocked, and when they showed us what they looked like, I could see Dominick in both of them. I was the only one to remember what we had planned and what really happened that day. I had kept my word and not told anyone, but every now and then, Hephaestus would look at me like he was trying to remember something important. Lillyana told me that the spell would never wear off, but I wonder if that is not true for us gods. I guess time will tell. I decided to do a bit of research on my own to see if I could figure out anything abou

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

His body was a masterpiece of tension, his fingers twitching in a pattern that didn't belong to him. Behind the burning violet of his pupils, a war was being fought in a space without dimensions. Hyperthymesia—the gift that had made Rage a king—was now his greatest weapon. Inside his mind, he had built a perfect, 1:1 replica of the Vane Tower. He had retreated to the basement, to the cold server room where he had first fought his father. "You cannot keep me here, Rage," the voice of Valerius Vane echoed through the corridors of his son’s consciousness. "I am the code. I am the logic. You are just the meat."

Scowling at the sun God is probably not the best idea I’ve ever had, but I can’t help myself. Hephaestus huffs derisively. “You’re wasting your time asking Helios for help. He’s the most selfish God there is.” The mass of light jumps down from the rock to land right in front of us. Angered, Hephaestus jumps up and stands toe to toe with Helios. “Am I, now? You damn well know I’m here to overthrow my brother Hades. So yes, I will help.” “You’ve been too busy idling your time away in the clouds to ever help with the troubles we’ve had—” he curses under his breath, muttering something about time wasted and paradoxes and that he shouldn’t spout things that he had no clue about.

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.

" Kieran recalled those words until they were burned into his soul. His mother isn't weak. She is trapped. The mate bond, that thing everyone speaks of with reverence and longing, is the weapon Augustus uses to keep her compliant. Every time she tries to resist, every time she gathers the strength to leave, the bond drags her back, makes her physically ill, weakens her until she has no choice but to submit. Augustus knows and exploits it ruthlessly. He uses the knowledge of what Celeste is as a constant threat. If she doesn't obey, if she doesn't allow him access to her wealth and power, he will expose her. See her hunted, killed, experimented on by those who fear what they don't understand.

“What did you see? What did you find?” “He is here,” Hades said, his voice a simple, brutal statement of fact. “And he is waiting. He has set up his web. He has men everywhere. He has his fortress. He has his operations. He thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks he has us trapped. He thinks this is a game of chess. He thinks he’s playing with pawns and knights.” “And what is he really playing with?” Viktor asked, his eyes gleaming.