Hephaestus Vices Novels & Stories

’ “Do not worry, my lady, we are not what you are thinking right now.” “Well, what do you think am I thinking right now?” “That we are traitors. Turning our back to our own Alpha. My lady, I am Hephaestion, aside from his Beta, we grew up together. Faced challenges and victories together. We lived for more than 300 years together. I am not going to turn my back on him and overthrow him if that is what you are worrying about, my lady. I am just to stand for him as a Beta now that his judgment is slightly clouded.”

Only Hephaestus, the young, misshapen fire god, has peeked in secret to welcome him home. – He is the only figure in the room, as he had planned. Installing a private gym at home has always been his choice. The pungent smell of fermented grapes hung heavily in the air. Silenus, his friend and familiar, calls it the 'Dionysus Effect', since he seemed to emit more of the scent when focusing too hard or churning with a lot of emotions.

he confessed, unembarrassed. Vice laughed, delightedly wicked. “What about you?” She asked the dark-haired man. “Oh, I like being on the other side of the whip,” he said, his tone treacle laden. “I have a whole range of toys we are yet to explore, Mira,” he said with heavy promise. She shivered. “Oh, I think she likes that,” Vice murmured. “How handy that we share similar kinks.” “Very handy,” Victor smouldered. “Maybe you should bring some of those toys out, tonight, Vice.”

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

"Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated." He moved to the next one. "Subject V-749. Defect: Bone density insufficient. Disposition: Recycled." There were hundreds of them. Rows and rows of Valerius faces staring out with dead, milky eyes. Some were twisted, some were beautiful, all were failures. Valerius was shaking. It wasn't the cold. His entire worldview, the foundation of his ego, was cracking under the weight of the evidence. He had always called himself the "Alpha," the "Chosen One," the pinnacle of his bloodline.

"If you walk into that cage, she won't just study you. She’ll drain you until there’s nothing left." "He's right, of course," Hecate said, her voice smooth and cold as ice. She took a step back, positioning herself safely behind her four massive, fake wolves. Her thumb remained pressed firmly against the silver remote. "But a real leader knows how to count the cost, Ms. Reyes. Fifty floors of solid steel. Hundreds of true wolves. One press of this button, and Vane Industries becomes a giant graveyard."