Ninja Hell Hades Novels & Stories

"Jaz, have you heard of a man way up in the Northern Frontier, far from our country? There's someone called Hades?" Jasmine's cheeks flushed with excitement as she nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I've heard whispers about him when I was in Centropolis. “Hades emerged as a powerful figure a few years ago. They say he's vanquished countless foes and commands respect far and wide." Jennifer continued with vivid descriptions. "I learned about him at a business gathering a year ago. A prominent figure described him as a young man with the face of an angel but the physique of a formidable demon. They say he's like a god sent to protect our nation by divine beings!

Alex shifted in mid air as he leaped at the enemy. One second, he was a man in torn trousers. The next one, he was a monster, a very huge monster. Hades. He was massive. Easily the size of a pony, but pure and filled with muscle. His fur was midnight black, swallowing the light around him. His eyes were burning red coals. His claws were like obsidian daggers, scraping sparks against the marble floor. He landed on the group of mercenaries like a bomb. It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.

shouted Hades loudly, with his extremely high tenor voice tune. Suddenly, Hades appeared out of nowhere. He’d stood beside Nanda when Nanda turned his head to the right. Hades landed some of his deadly punches to Nanda’s clean, smooth and a little darker face. Nanda was seen falling off to the ground. Hades landed some of his deadly punches again. Secretly, he also emitted his ray of blue light and combined that blue light of his with his deadly punches. Underneath Hades’ deadly punches and blue-light power, Nanda was vastly hopeless as well as helpless. There wasn’t a great deal he could do. He could solely surrender to Hades’ violent, inhumane and strong punches by punches.

“She is an important part of our project. Only she can find the keys.” With that, they faded into the night. Nazeera removed whatever spell she had cast on us and we became visible. “Key? Girl? What girl and who the hell is Odhal?” Confusion glimmered in my gaze as I stared at Nazeera whose eyes still didn’t leave the corner they had disappeared to. “Odhal is the god of Hades, the King of Hell.” She turned to me. “Someth ing is going on in this school, and I strongly believe your dagger is connected to it.”

I fight him desperately, trying to go back to Matt. Nina removes a small dagger from her black urban boots and slices my wrists with it while casting a spell. Daniel pulls me up and grabs my wounded wrist to drink from it. -"Hail Hades, King of the Underwold. Take her blood as our offering and give us the strength to make this world yours." A thunder strikes nearby, leaving behind a massive crack in the earth. Everyone on the battlefield halts their fights to witness this bizarre scene. Daniel pushes me to the side and opens his arms towards the ground opening. Heat irradiates from the lava flowing in its depth. A shadow dog-like creature with three heads emerges from the blazing pits and wa

“If we can’t torture you directly, then we’ll find multiple ways to make you suffer without incurring the wrath of Heaven.” Hades clicked a finger, and leather armor appeared on every demon in the room, including those who already had protective scales. Each warrior held automatic weapons filled with glowing magazines and grinned at their master through oversized teeth. They were going to slaughter everyone in Fenrir’s mansion, including Griff. When he raised one of the golden guns he’d confiscated, every ounce of blood drained from my face and into my pounding heart. It probably still contained enough ammunition to transport the horde. My mind whirred for something to stop Hades from using

“Your nemesis told me to give you a quick death—if you beg nicely.” As his chuckle continued triumphantly, I slid my hand over the little table knife leftover from lunch. Panting hard, I scurried against the table. “Go fuck yourself, bastard,” I growled and bobbed the saliva that tasted like blood, spitting it straight into his face. It landed right in his eyes. I launched my attack, trying to keep my focus steady as I swung the knife at him. He dodged, but the blade caught his shoulder. Blood splattered across my face as he let out a groan and yanked my hair.

***Hades POV-flashback to many millennia ago, in Nepenthern’s realm*** I got really tired of women and demons in Wengarthria. They all want me just because of my power and authority. And they were what I wanted, for a long time. And they were what I had for a long, long time. And they were what I fucked and disposed of for a long time. But not anymore. I don’t find it entertaining, satisfying, or interesting anymore. They all bore me. My life feels so empty and meaningless without having the right one beside me. The one who would be more than a mere fuck and a bed warmer. I need a soulmate, the one who would be my friend, my lover, the reason and insanity, the one who will be my equal and ri

“Master Wade, we heard that you encountered some trouble and so, I came here with the Ito family to do a small part to help you!” Yahiko also spoke up and said, “Mr. Wade! All of the top ninjas from the four greatest ninja clans in Japan are here too. They will fight with all of their might and strength no matter who the other party is!” Yahiko did not dare to mention the words ‘Ten Thousand Armies’ because he was afraid that the ninjas’ morale would be affected as soon as they heard that. Once he said this, almost all of the members of the Wade family were all shocked and excited!

Not in fear…or in nervous wretchedness, but in pure disgust for myself. For how easy I was to read. I hate myself, and as soon as my vision steadies, I try to still the storm in my head as well. “Come on…think, Lilith. Think, Dakota…” I force my eyes open and lock them unto the doors of the main party hall. Storm in, steal a gun from a guard, aim it at Javier and fire. Two shots to the chest, one to the head, just like field training had taught us. But even I know that it’s a suicide mission, and I would have given it more thought if it was guaranteed. Javier isn’t a mob boss because he stands around waiting for a bullet to sink itself into his chest.