Papa Hades Novels & Stories

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!"

He reminded me of Jackson—he was imitating him. “Have you forgotten who my father is?” he said coldly. He shook his head slowly and leaned back in his chair. He grinned. “I am Jackson De Verra’s son, Hade. His blood runs in my veins. How can you be so sure I’m not part of this? How can you be so sure I’m your friend? What a fool.” I flipped the small table between us and kicked Jarred in the chest, making him roll in his chair. He curled up and let out a low groan.

“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.

And the smile didn’t belong to Don anymore. It was Victor’s smile. Twisted. Corrupted. “I’m Dareon,” he said softly. “Second son of Hades. Twin to the boy you promise to love and anchor.” Jo’s heart stopped. The chamber tilted. The breath in her lungs turned to ice. She’d heard the stories. Hades had two sons. But she’d never met the other. There were rumours that the weaker twin died at birth. The royal bloodline had buried it—hidden him like a shameful secret.

I didn't come this far just to watch Hades take him. We broke past the decaying barrier and staggered into the chilly night air, the last of the Dreadmoor collapsing with a thunderous roar. We made it. We both fell to our knees, gasping for air. I felt at ease until I noticed the air starting to ripple, and a figure appeared, damaged and recognisable. Kade was stunned. "Papa?" Before us stood his father's spectral form, part man, half shadow, his wolf spirit barely retaining its shape, his eyes full with regret."

There might be time to ask next time. “Sofia is there anything you want?” asked my father. Harrison Ambroise. A well-known businessman in the whole world. No one dares to fight him, which shows how powerful a man he is. I don’t know what kind of business he does, but I’m sure it’s legal. I forced a smile on my lips and said, “I just wanted to greet you. That’s it.” Father wouldn’t care anyway. I bet he won’t know I want something from him.

Because no matter how much everyone around her seems to think so, no matter what her own father or his wife says to her– Hades has no love for his daughter truly. At least, not the type of care that dad no just stop, remember. Remember Hades is your father–William's father–she once had. She had been so young back then and it had been so long that the memories feels like they belonged to another person, in another life and maybe they did but if she thinks hard enough, if she was courageous and dared enough to sink into memories that were long since passed and buried, far beneath the mask of the goddess Proserpina, it was still there.

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.

I glare at my father across the table as Luka leaves the dining room to check on our mate. "What the fuck was that?" I ask my father as the door shuts behind Luka. "DON'T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME, BOY," Hades yells, his body bursting into blue flames as he ignited with anger, reminding me why he was king of the underworld. My fire burned just as fiercely as his, my anger growing at his audacity to tell me to watch my tone.