Lore Olympus Hades Novels & Stories

There was regret in his eyes so evident that it rang out in words. "Rain, you ask if I wanted it to be the only way out." "No!" I knew by one look at those scared eyes that I was in denial, but I was afraid it would crush me and choose to look away from the gaze that scratched ones heartstrings in a song of melancholy. "So why doesn't Hades affect me?" Noticing how I neither accept to agree or disagree, he replies with a calmer tone. "Lord Hades being the God of the underworld gives him power over death and the afterlife thus creating a state of balance. It is similar to how the gods residing in Olympus are closer to life.

Before dusk, my husband Hades and our son Eren appeared on the social feed. By nightfall, the post had spread through every hall of Olympus and every shadow of the Underworld. The post claimed that Hades, lord of the dead, had taken a flower spirit as his lover, and that they were raising a five-year-old son together. The picture under the headline showed Hades standing beside Eren. A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair.

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.

I haven’t been here long enough to know of other exits, and it makes sneaking around futile. After what feels like decades traversing the labrynth of buildings and hallways, my vision contorts, colors blend and my knees buckle. I barely make it to a concealed corner when I drop on my knees, damn near shattering the bone and crawl the rest of my way into the shelter. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Lilith, do not cry! But my body doesn’t listen, and the tears fall regardless. They’re silent, but they still count as weakness to me, and when I undertook this mission, I promised not to show weakness, even in the face of death.

The best thing is you know something is coming yet you still flinch or scream when the time comes. The real movie started after the creepy text of ‘The Conjuring’ appearing on the screen along with the creepy music playing at the back. During the movie, I observed the surrounding. Jack and Beth were basically, cuddling together. Seriously these two! They both love each other, why can’t they say it? Anna and Andy looked comfortable together. Livy was holding Dukes hand. Well, she was crushing his hand, while covering her face against Ronny’s chest. Emily glued herself to me and pulled Ed from his shirt, closer to her. Ed’s arm was stretched over the headrest, his hand slightly touching my bar

Suddenly the dark place became bright. 'Welcome back to The Myth. Choose your character. ' The voice that Leon didn't want to hear the most came back. For whatever sake in this world, Leon regrets creating this game called The Myth. The digital screen has opened in front of him, Leon chooses the character Perseus, because the other characters who are the main gods in Olympus are not yet unlocked or maybe deliberately locked.

I guess it’s time to battle. “You know that I wasn’t always like this.” Hades says conversationally as he easily swipes Toby’s blade away. “I once loaned my helmet to Perseus to defeat Medusa. You would think that it would give me some brownie points. Alas, it didn’t.” I came up to battle him as soon as he finished his sentence. I don’t care that he loaned his invisibility helmet. I care about my mate and queen. I swirl my sword as a way to distract him. His eyes lit up in humor.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Her name was a raw, desperate cry in my throat. Finally, I saw Androkles, not the warrior he was becoming, but the small, lonely boy he had been, standing alone in a vast, empty throne room, his eyes filled with a terrible, prophetic knowledge. The Oracle's words echoed in my mind, a death knell: The fall of Olympus in his hands. "Hypatos!"

We had been here a million times before but each time brought a different wave of hope to me. Whatever my problem was, Haedon was the eyes of the goddess, he saw better than the rest of the seers in all the Lycan territories of the kingdom. "I'm not dead yet if that's why you're here." Haedon mused when he saw us walk into his sacred temple. "Nice to see you too!" Karl offered warmly with a broad smile on his face. "Pack affairs ain't bubble gum, right?" Haedon clicked his tongue. "May your days be long, my Alpha." He bowed before me.