Myth Hades Novels & Stories

The celestial god had bridged a gap between gods and humans a long time ago. He watched her run in the garden like a three years old child with no care in the world. Her laughter rang in the wind like soft bells. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Adjusting the flowers, he walked toward her confident. His mind was made up, he was going to talk to her, and they were going to be friends. Soon, he got to where she stood with a wide grin plastered on his face. He extended the flowers to her. But to his dismay, she walked past him. He followed her, hoping she’d accept his flowers. But it was almost like he wasn't there. He realized she could not see him. She had no idea someone

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.

Hades was the keeper of the underworld, the most powerful demon to ever walk the realm, but he became too proud, too forceful, and he no longer wanted to be considered as a proprietor, but what he wanted was for everyone to bow down at his feet, referring to him as King, the god of the underworld. But the elders of heaven disagreed with him, and it started a war, bloodshed upon our world and the humans', that how the first Apocalypse began. Hades and his army killed every human being, several angels, even the elders but one survived, Lucifer's father, the one humans call God. God tricked him, made him believe that he surrendered, then at his most vulnerable moment, he killed him. However, Ha

As far as Cronos was concerned, the man standing before him was nothing but a ghost, just like he was. “And you have grown senile,” Hades, Mane’s 1st master and son of Cronos, approached the throne of the Selfish Titan King with confident strides. He was not feigning his fearlessness nor was he being pretentious about his confidence. He truly did not far Cronos. After all, it was himself and his brothers who had cast Cronos out and reduced him to a mere shadow of himself. They had help, but they did defeat this being once. He wasn’t so scary after that.

The second we step through, I remember exactly what Elysium is. The paradise of the dead. Clear skies. Rolling green hills. Blossoming flowers. Fruit trees. Peaceful, radiant beauty. We have to jog to keep up with Hades’ pace until we reach a small wooden hut with a thatched roof. Hades pounds on the door. It opens to reveal an older man—mortal-looking, stooped, with long white hair. “Lord Hades,” the man says, dropping to one knee. “Rise, Odysseus,” Hades replies. “I have a mission for you. These wolves and witches are going to Tartarus—and they’ll need a guide.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

Finally, he said in a quiet voice, “Six hellhounds… and the Minotaur.” “Minotaur?” Arkady asked with a cocked brow. “As in mythology?” James nodded solemnly. “Except those pictures and descrip- tions don’t do it justice. If there hadn’t been four of us, there’s no way it would’ve been run off before it ripped me to shreds.” “But… in myth, didn’t it get killed?” Charlie pointed out. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “apparently, Hades is in the business of

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

The princes of Hades in the myth are known as the sons of Hades, namely Venom, Riot, Agony, Jealousy, Lust, Anger, and Rage,’’ she said. ‘’Oh well, do you know the myth?’’ Lachesis asked. ‘’Yes, well I think I remember,’’ Rose replied, looking at me, and I simply nodded because, truth be told, I was confused. ‘’Recite it,’’ Lachesis instructed. ‘’Well it goes, Born of mortal, raised by fire, lived immortal, with disaster and death under command. Their birth caused chaos, but until the last of them was born, Hades had no peace. For the underworld only has peace with power,’’ Rose said.

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.