Palace Of Hades Novels & Stories

He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales. Eight years ago, western society as we knew it collapsed due to the sudden appearance of the Pales. These terrifying creatures stood at a height of eight feet and were equipped with claws capable of tearing their prey apart. They initially swarmed cities in large numbers, feeding and causing destruction wherever they went.

“But not enough to stop a king.” He raised his hand. Adolfa’s body lifted off the ground, trapped in smoke chains again. My heart stopped. “No…” Charon smirked. “Hades wants her now.” Hades descend. The crack in the sky widened. Fire spread across the ceiling. The palace shook violently. Dust rained from above. Hades pushed his massive arm farther through the rift. Black fire dripped from his fingers and burned holes in the palace floor. His voice filled the air.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

Eko Citadel, Concert Hall, Night Tunde stood in the center of a stage that wasn’t a stage but a floating platform of light, suspended above a sea of glowing faces. The concert hall was shaped like a blooming flower, glass petals arching high above the audience. Holographic birds wheeled across the ceiling. A choir of projected voices harmonized softly, waiting for him to begin. His robe shimmered white and gold under the lights. A crown of soft holographic rays circled his head.

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

My eyes were drawn away by something shiny in the distance and as we flew closer the bigger it became soon to reveal the mythical adobe of the Grecian gods with stunning mansions, humongous colosseums, wide halls and numerous palaces each unique in style while connected by roads of gold. A very low-key neighbourhood. At the centre of this golden city was a palace larger than the rest with swirling dark clouds of a storm releasing silver snakes of lightening that marked its owner and warned intruders. The very humble home of Zeus.

I was so eager to get the hell out of this place that I secretly hoped that he would tell me our morbid discussion was over but he slowly rose from his bony throne and smiled down at me. His smile was more of a terrifying grimace and his teeth were sharp. “I would love to show you around my grand palace. Come with me.” I knew it was going to get worse from here. I reluctantly followed him and we passed through curvy obsidian and golden pillared halls with very high ceilings. It made me wonder how much he was actually worth in wealth. “You said you were born in Hades and ruled over there, how did you establish your rule here in Tartarus?” I asked.

The cursed mansion seemed to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that at least an innocent life is saved tonight. Thanos exited his brother’s room with the thought that the enemies must get ready now. Six years ago, Hades had killed all the staff in a Russian club they had infiltrated. Each one of them died in cold blood. hades had entered their sanctuary alone and when he came back he had left a mountain of bodies behind, floors gushing with the insides of their enemies and his body bathed in crimson. Nothing has changed over the years. While he had his father stopping him keeping him in line before.

Hades prioritized his efforts on Poseidon for the time being because that was the reason he had traveled all the way here in the first place. “What brought you here, Hades?” Poseidon greeted Hades, who had just entered the penthouse, in his customary stern manner. Poseidon had never before shown anyone, not even his brother Hades, the staggeringly beautiful penthouse that he had built for himself. The upper penthouse of Poseidon features a rooftop pool and summer kitchen that is outfitted with integrated appliances, motorized cabinetry with customizable cabinet colors, and under-counter wine coolers from Miele. Hades put on a phony smile as he greeted Poseidon. “I've come to this place to ha

They had shields out that were covering I and Hades as we rushed back to the palace. Several other loud sounds followed us, very close to where we were but managed not to hit anyone. We were soon inside the palace and I could hear barks of orders from Hades as he shouted at the guards. He went into the elevator and then down underground to the several floors of building we had. He was breathing heavily by the time we appeared inside a new suite. He sat me on the very good looking couch in the living room and left to do something, then came back after a while.