Novel & Cerita Palace Of Hades

" Well, for starters, Do you know what Palast der toten Seelen means?" I shook my head and said, "But I think Palast is a palace." "It is. You are correct. It means the palace of the dead souls. King Jameson was the reason the palace was given that name. His cousin killed him. Also, Only the king, his queen, and his two sons are immortal; the rest can be killed by severing their backbone from their bodies. But a Lycan is three times as strong as a wolf. So what do you think of my teachings?"

What, oh what, will it take to win my freedom? “You're finally quiet,” he murmurs, ascending the great steps that lead to his imposing palace gates. He brushes back some copper baby hair from my brow. Samael’s palace is set miles back through the Screaming Hollow forest where Satanic witch covens give the osculum infame and rises over the trees in needle spires. The towers pierce the sky like arrows, obsidian black, reflecting the moonlight and stars.

replied Hades with his sorrowful, helpless, disappointed and cynical voice tune at the same time. Hades would turn round his body to walk out of the palace when he heard again his aunt’s screaming beside him, “Once you step out of this palace, once you leave this demons-realm and go back to the humans-realm, don’t expect to return here anymore!” “Do you really wanna get rid of me from this palace? Do you really wanna to kick me out of Ocean Blue Land, out of the demons-realm?” Slight tears was seen rolling down from the corners of Hades’ eyes.

On both banks of the River Styx, crimson spider lilies bloomed in endless fields. Hades placed me in the Netherpool, deep within the Palace of the Dead. The jet-black water enveloped my body, pouring a steady stream of healing into my shattered form. "Take a look." Hades sat at the edge of the pool and tapped the empty air with his slender fingers. A massive water mirror materialized before me. The image in the mirror showed the wedding ceremony at the central plaza of Mount Olympus.

I picked up my case and left his room. Downstairs, the first gray light of dawn had entered the hall. I folded the divorce decree, now bearing Hades’s signature, and placed it inside my sleeve. Then I looked once more at the palace where I had lived for five years. The long table. The black marble stairs. The unlit lamps along the walls. Above the hearth hung the wedding fresco from the day Hades and I bound our names before the gods. In it, I stood beside him in a veil of spring blossoms, still foolish enough to believe that a wedding vow could make a home.

Chapter: 26 ****** Azazel found himself standing in the grand Palace Halls, a place of unparalleled beauty and opulence. The moment he stepped through the portal, it sealed shut behind him, leaving him in awe of his surroundings. The Hall itself was a masterpiece of architecture, adorned with intricate designs and lavish decorations that spoke of the wealth and power of its inhabitants.

Elijah’s palace rose from the ridge like a dark crown forged from stone and oath. Obsidian walls laced with veins of silver reflected moonlight in fractured shards, making the structure appear alive, watchful, and eternal. This was not merely a residence; it was a declaration. It was a place built by generations of Alpha Kings to withstand war, magic, and betrayal alike. Now, it belonged to a Queen who had never asked for it. Rebel stood at the threshold, her breath hitching as the sheer magnitude of the Obsidian Palace pressed against her senses. The air here was different. It tasted of ancient pine, cold stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of dormant magic.

The closest comparison he could make was to the god aura he had stolen from King. At the thought of the ruler of the Underworld, Hades frowned. He knew that was who had built this bridge. One end was in Persiana, where King had been investigating the mysterious deaths of the half-souled no-furs. The other was somewhere in the Underworld. It might drop them off right in the throne room, where Hades assumed King was right now, licking his wounds and patching up his damaged pride after their last scuffle. "There we go." Hades handed the jar of salve back to Doll. "You're the only one here with pockets, so hold on to this for us, okay?"

Statues of twisted figures lined the path, their faces frozen in expressions of ecstasy or agony, I couldn't tell which. Then the palace came into view, and my breath caught. It was beautiful and terrible. Made of black glass or obsidian, it rose from the earth like a crown of thorns. Spires reached toward the twilight sky, and windows glowed with red light from within. The entire structure seemed to pulse, as if it were alive. "The Crimson Palace," the lead vampire announced with obvious pride. "Home of Lord Cassius, King of the Blood Court, Master of the Crimson Veil, Undying One."

He said, “Very good. I didn't expect us to meet so soon. This will save me a lot of trouble, then. You can return me the thing that your sister, Hannah Clarke, stole from me now.” Philip raised his brows slightly and said with a smile, “Hades, that’s a gift from my sister to me. If you want it, just come and get it. But before that, you have to defeat me first.” Arrogant! Domineering! Hades’ face darkened at those words. Among the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, the Hall of the Underworld was one of the top few existences. Hades was also one of the gods most feared and worshipped!