Papa Hades Novels & Stories

I looked down at the snowdrops, lightly touching them as I asked, “And my father, what become of him after I was taken?” Hades turns, his black coat billowing, swishing the bunch of snowdrops aside as he focused his pale gray eyes at me, “Your father have forgotten all about himself – about his wife and you just how all the banished Cupid should be, unlike you. He now serves the first of the banished, just like how Venus had planned, thriving on earth for the sole purpose of pleasing the first of them all. I furrowed my brows in concentration, trying to figure out the meaning of his words.

“Hades disappeared years ago! He is dead. Do not play with me, boy! You know nothing about what you are talking about!” “My old man, no. Here is where you are, the clueless one. Hades, my older stepbrother, is far from dead. He is far from the drunken spirit walker you all thought him to be. Ah, did I forget to tell you that part? That we share the same father? How silly of me.”

Zeke commented. “Then why don’t I talk to him and see if he would be willing to help? Since I have the powers of a God and Cronus was my ancestor, I should be able to enter Tartarus.” Caleb proposed. “I definitely wouldn’t advise that.” My mother deflected. “Hades has a deep hatred for his father and will likely not be welcoming of you. You have a distinct scent that reminds me of Cronus, which doesn’t make sense considering eons separate your lineage.”

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.

The Grand Inquisitor stuttered out attempting to plea with the magistrate. "HE IS MY SON YOU INCOMPETENT rodent! Release him at once and escort him here," Hades, Dante's father, shouted impatiently. What I didn't realize at the time was that Hades, even though he was considered the 'Devil' and 'Satan', he wasn't anything like all the stories and depictions of him. While Callen and I waited for Dante and the council to hash out their tiff and for Hades to get brough up to speed on everything going on, Callen explained to me through mind-link that Hades was an alpha at one point.

Demeter hushed her sternly, "I have suffered so much to bring you back and now you start talking only about the dead. Did your stay in Tartarus make you go mad? You sound just like the grim spirited goddess who only listens to men swearing oaths and invoking curses in her name." "Mother! Hades is not as fearsome as everyone thinks of her," the young maiden protested, "In fact, she is the least evil in the entire pantheon. Pushing a rock uphill forever, having venom slowly dripping onto one's face for eternity, having a bird eat one's liver alive each day - that was all Father Zeus's doing!" "Enough!" her mother growled in rage. Persephone had never seen her like this. "I will hear no more ta

Despite spending a lot of time in tactical training, enduring harsh weather and the hardest of trainings during his time, General |Hades seemed to compensate for everything when he got older. After the death of his wife which was also Anna’s mum, General Hades had mounted the task of being both the father and the mother; acting as the strong fortress and confidante thereby forging an unbreakable bond between him and his daughters.

Strutting around with your ignorance like it's something to be proud of just makes you look even dumber. "Huh?" Giovanni's face twisted in anger. "What's that? Calling me ignorant? Do you have any idea who my dad is?" Howard cracked a smile, unfazed. "Nope, and I don't care to know." "Listen, Mr. Lincoln," Radovs chimed in with a sneer, "you better say you're sorry to Mr. Habeck. Maybe he'll let it slide for Talia's sake." "Mr. Habeck's old man is a big shot in the Mendorra war department. Tick him off, and you're in for a world of trouble!"

“I’m your younger brother, Robert! We've met so many times! I've introduced myself again and again, so why would you—” Hades glanced at him. That was all it took. Robert shut his mouth like a puppet on a snapped string. Hades shrugged. “Must I know your name?” Robert swallowed, eyes wide. “No. Of course not. It’s understandable. Not everyone remembers their siblings’ names.” Piper, who had been silent until now, clutched her wine glass tightly and said in a sweet voice, “I—I’m Piper, brother. Your younger sister.” “I see.” Hades turned to her. He drummed his fingers, his sharp gaze sliding across everyone until it landed on the empty chair beside me.

Zeus hadn't even broken a sweat yet. But that sick, twisted man even as his face turned red, and blood seeped from his mouth, he grinned, his teeth stained crimson. The sight sent a chill creeping up my spine. Then Zeus's mouth moved. He said something, and in response, the old man only smiled wider. As much as I wanted that evil incarnate erased from existence, I couldn't afford to have him gone yet. He was the only lead to finding my father. Zeus knew that. He wouldn't do anything rash I know.