Minthe Hades Novels & Stories

Natalie quickened her steps toward Palmer when her name being called out stopped her in her tracks. Turning to see who had called her, she scowled. “Aaden? What are you doing here? In New York?” Aaden stepped out of the white Rolls-Royce Cullinan, his raven hair combed back in a stylish cut. His olive skin glowed with health from expensive skin products. Aaden’s chauffeur closed the car door behind him before climbing back into the driver’s seat. Buttoning up his Dormeuil jacket, Aaden smiled. “I came to see you. Do you think I’ll hear about your kidnapping and not come and see you? You are out of your mind.”

Hard. Lights flickered. Alarms screamed. Everything went dark for a split second. --- Aftermath When the lights came back— Elias was gone. --- The Loss “No…” Aria whispered. Her hands tightened at her sides. Not again. Not this time. --- Cassian’s Control “We’ll find him,” Cassian said firmly. But Aria shook her head slightly. “No.” A pause. “He wanted this.” --- The Realization This wasn’t escape. It was escalation. ---

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

Parisa only nudged her mate, shaking her head. Lillith ran by both her parents, babbling and eating a turkey leg with one hand. Her cute little pink frilly dress Parisa dressed her in looked nothing like the personality she had. She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, but a scowl on her face. Hades’ genes were strong. Ares looked down into the crowd, his eyes narrowing at Hades. He asked for damn cherubs and this was what he got? He scoffed, he wanted everything perfect, but now Hades being a father of three came out with this weird sick dark humor.

Ciaran, which means darkness, is the smaller twin and although they are identical, Ciaran had softer features including his long lashes, curly fluffy black hair and grey—almost silver eyes. Both have different personalities and Crocell is always up on his feet with his little replicas running around causing havoc. “You look like you recovered well.” Hades said as he sat beside me on a marble bench by the gazebo where my family plays. I nodded and looked at Hades who is fondly stealing glances at the children. “They are wonderful.” I said after a while as I see a fond smile on his lips. “It was worth every pain.” “Yes… I suppose I understand you in that part.” Hades replied and I can’t help b

I entered the hall, my eyes scanning the crowd, my gaze landing on Elder Thurman. His face paled, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief while looking in my direction, especially upon hearing Daniel’s voice, announcing my identity. “Now please welcome, the most awaited person in our pack, our future Luna, and the one and only mate of Alpha Hades, Lady Sabrina Miren Hart!” A loud gasp echoed through the room, the shock and surprise evident in everyone’s faces. Their eyes widened, their attention riveted on me. Hades’ reaction was even more dramatic. His eyes widened, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Lyria stops laughing, her pride flaring up as she looks down her nose at me. There is no way in her mind that I can ever get close to Hades. To her, I am signing my own execution warrant. “Fine,” she snaps, snatching her purse off the floor and violently shoving it under her arm. “Seduce him. Die trying for all I care. I’ll be spending eternity with Pierre because you’ll never be able to do it. But just note this, Minthe—Hades is someone who will never fall in love with someone like you. You’re nothing to him.”

“I know. But hey—that’s a 50% chance. Better than zero.” He held out a piece of paper to me. I squinted at it. Hade. 21. A writer. “It’s pronounced Adi,” he said with a big grin. I almost laughed out loud. Adi? From Hade? God, it was kind of cute—but I quickly shook my head to snap out of it. No. Nope. Not going there. His name is Hade—spelled like hate but read like Adi. Same as Tycen’s username in COD, that video game where strangers shoot things together and talk like they’ve known each other for years.

I ask, my curiosity piqued. Hades nods, his grip on my wrist tightening. "Tell me then," I persuade him, my gaze challenging him to reveal more. "You're not ready for that," he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "I don't know what I'm ready for," I shoot back, my voice firm. Hades takes a deep breath before speaking. "Denzel is actually, or was actually, a member of the Silvermist. He's currently almost ninety years old..."