Minthe Hades Novels & Stories

My hair fell sideways, giving me a soft, almost fairy-like look. ‘Good morning. My name is Evans Halls, and I’m the newly signed artist. I was asked to be here today for the contract.’ I approached the receptionist politely. ‘Oh yes, it’s by 8:30 a.m. You still have five minutes. You can have a seat or go into the boss’s office, just by the left wing upstairs.’ She smiled. ‘Okay, thanks.’ The entire building looked fascinating; almost unreal, like something designed by AI. I chuckled to myself as I walked up and stopped in front of the office door.

I’m not sure how you were strong with stamina but no muscle or really any skin on your bones. I grimaced. I knew all too well how he did that. He gave me Essence of Hades. A special concoction that was meant to break me but I would enter a manic state. I thought of all this and sighed deeply. It was not a pleasant memory. It hurt in every way possible. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I felt understanding creep over my mind meaning Helios now understood. ‘Well now we have another task. Removing the rest of the taint of Hades from you.

I had met him and Ismene at the border passage, where the warmth of the upper roads began to thin into Underworld cold. Androkles had arrived without spectacle, wearing Ares red like a man carrying a blade he hadn’t yet decided whether to sheath or bury in someone’s throat. Ismene had stood beside him, her hand resting lightly at his arm, blind eyes turned toward the dark as if she could hear the House breathing. She hadn’t flinched when I approached. That stayed with me. Many did. Olympians tried to hide it poorly. Servants stiffened. Soldiers watched my claws. Children stared at my wings until their mothers yanked them away. Ismene only tilted her head and said gently, “You must be Guard M

It is evil as well as sexy. “I’m all ears.” He tells me once he notices my silence just after his name. It is attractive and sounds good. Hades… means God of the dead and underworld. A giver of wealth. “I have submitted the agreement, according to which you can walk out with me but only for an hour. I hope you will not have any problem with this.” I say, gathering some courage. For fuck’s sake, I am a psychiatrist and I have met such patients many times. Then why should react this stupidly around this man? He is a mere patient who cannot control me.

Also, deep down, a part of me is happy that he is open to claiming me like this, I feel important to him and a sense of belonging, which I have not felt in a long time. The food that the members have prepared looks delicious, there is such a range of options, that I hardly know where to start. Before I can get too invested however, Hades clears his throat and prepares to speak to everyone. "Good evening all, it is good to see everyone getting along. I have some announcements I wish to make before we indulge in this feast. Firstly, I am certain you have noticed some altered seating arrangements and are curious as to why this is. I am pleased to inform you all that I have at long last, found m

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.

“Is that you?” There was a pause, a moment where time seemed to hold its breath, and then a warm hand enveloped mine, strong and steady. His grip was firm, grounding me, anchoring me in the midst of the storm raging in my mind. “No, Anita. It’s me, Hades.” His voice was soft, soothing, and yet there was a weight to it, an emotion that resonated deeply, stirring something within me.

MINE! And I jerk awake. I’m not dead. I’m still here. But I’m pissed as hell. Where is my calmness, my heart, my soul? Where is she? And then I remember. It’s not anyone. It’s Ana. My Ana. The woman I need to protect from all evil. My to worship.

He embraced me tightly. "I need to go to the bathroom." I lied. "Okay." He helped me up and guided me inside the bathroom. "Can you please give me some privacy?" I glared at him. "Alright." He removed the handcuff. "Ten minutes." "Fine." I found food on the table when I walk out the bathroom. "You must be starving. Let's eat." He stated. "Why are you doing this?" I asked confused with his kindness. "You are my mate." He stated. "When the goddess of Moon created me she also created my other half and that is you."

She says and that makes my heartbeat faster with something I wasn’t exactly sure of. I tell her about how we never exchange contact years ago, so we had no way to find each other, then I tell her how I saw him again unexpected during his last show, but I don’t tell her about my connection to Nick his brother. Hailee listens to every word I say, swooning and insisting that it must be fate. By the time we finish our coffee, I’d say we’re already friends. We exchange contact details and social media handles. She’s taken aback when she discovers that I’m Athena Castellanos and even more surprised to learn that my mother is Camila Ferreira. Hailee mentions that she always thought I looked familia