Lore Olympus Hades Novels & Stories

You make it so that I can at least visit my family’s dreams and send me back the second he is dead. ‘You have the word of the Gods.’ Zeus says with a smile. ‘Take me to him.’ Zeus nods and leads the way out of the room. The image then swirls to her chasing Hades as he falls to the earth and then through it followed closely by Sonya. They hit the underworld with a thud. Sonya quickly grabs him by the throat and slams a cuff around his throat. Then jumps and drags him back to the heavens for his judgement. She stands before the Gods on their thrones and throws Hades at their feet.

A pregnant silence invaded the room as everyone studied the transcript. “The right people?” Romero glanced up; her brows furrowed. “Does that mean us?” Blakeney nodded. “It may very well be.” “Excuse me,” James spoke up, wanting clarification. “I know I’m a little newer to all of this, but I don’t remember there being a goddess of Death.” “That is a good point James,” stated Blakeney. “Thanatos is the god over Death itself and usually serves Hades, but of course his loyalties lie with Olympus and Zeus. Now as far as there being a goddess of Death . . .” he searched his memory swiftly then shook his head, “not that I know if.”

It was a combination of his anxiety towards finding Rebecca, his disappointment with the situation, and the knowledge that his mother had even thought negatively of him just a few moments ago without making any effort to discover the truth. “You are not Mr. Olympia.” Behind her closed mouth, the woman told Hades. She took a step back and then felt as if she had almost lost her balance, which made her immediately grab onto the couch to support her weight as her other hand protected her belly. “I am. I’m Hades Aldione Olympia, but perhaps I am not the person you are looking for. I wonder, could it be Poseidon? Or maybe Zeus?” Hades responded. But just at the perfect time, Rheis walked into his

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

XXIV–Beginning of an End He was known by many names. Hades–God of the Underworld, King of Hell, Lord of the Dead; the adjudicator of souls, father of shadows and the wealthiest of the gods–had lived since the fall of the elder gods, the Titans, since the dawn of humanity and he does not take surprises lightly. Not many may have known but the eldest Olympian God actually possessed the rare gift of foresight regarding the fates of those who are about to be brought forth to his realm, those who are already dying, how and when will they die.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

I assumed it was Daylen and opened the door. ‘Oh shit,’ I slammed the door, but Orion’s foot jammed my efforts. ‘How did you find me?’ I wined. ‘It wasn’t too difficult, we have to talk Artemis.’ ‘I don’t know if I can trust you.’ I said, battling to keep him out. ‘I’m an Olympiad demi-god in Zeus' army.’ He said. ‘Oh that’s very original.’ He stopped before thrusting the door in. I stumbled and frowned. The demi-god part was probably true. He wore a large blue jacket that fit his muscles perfectly from the battle with Marcus I knew he had incredible strength.

I recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me. “Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”

The meek, quiet woman who had withered in the Temple of Light was gone forever. "You are beautiful, Lyra," Hades said, appearing behind me. His eyes were full of awe. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. "Today, all the realms will witness you become my one and only, to share my throne and my eternity." When Hades and I walked side-by-side into the grand hall, the gods of Olympus were already assembled. Their faces were a mixture of astonishment and a complex, veiled discomfort. After all, just a few months ago, I had been Apollo's betrothed.