Percy Hades Novels & Stories

Stupidly, she chose to keep fucking our son to create my grandchildren instead of creating more children with me. I could hear knuckles popping and Hades laughing. Aries still wanted claim over her, but he had no choice but to accept I would always be able to subdue him. For a god of war, he was a pushover. Hades didn’t give a damn about any of this. Persephone was his and as far as females went that’s all he cared about. Our field trip to Endymion was going to be a fun one.

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.

“Yeah.” “Well, imagine that, but with zombies who can form coherent plans.” Yikes. “Yeah… I’m gonna go with a hard no, thanks for the nightmare fuel.” “And that’s without the demons from the Fields of Punishment getting out,” Persephone adds. “Literal Hell on Earth.” She scoots closer and lowers her voice. “But that’s not the important part. Hades was supposed to do a routine check. But he didn’t.” I narrow my eyes. “Really?”

I bowed my head as I stood, helping Ismene-Eirene up. “You are welcome. And don’t fret. I am Hades, so I rarely leave the Underworld for anything but business. So, unless there will be souls to collect, we’ll be here ruling our domain and doting on our daughter.” Anicetus nodded. Persephone called for a servant to lead us to our rooms. “Have a good night,” Persephone said, gently lifting Chara from her bassinet. “Good night Lord Hades, Lady Persephone, and Lady Chara. Thank you for your hospitality.” Ismene-Eirene bowed her head.

. My eyes are wide, and I feel like I cannot scream. I continue to stare at Sheamus who is not moving. “I am Hades, and Velaria is my destined bride, born to be mated to me and be my queen! I am tired of these games! Velaria, come home with me or watch history repeat itself, and this time, you’re not an infant that was kidnapped and stolen away from me. you’re a grown woman who is fun, beautiful, and can make her own choices, so I suggest you choose!” He growled. I stared at everyone in grief. My mates family were also held by the point of other fiery blades. My adoptive family were being suppressed by forcefield made of fire. If I didn’t come with him, they all die. If I do come with him, I

Thugs and kingpins of the underworld—one could tell how much of a difference between the two monikers. Hades was Cronus’ nephew and the owner of the casino. Darcy had goosebumps when she learned about Hades and Cronus. She regretted it. She should not have allowed Kaze to go to Hades’ casino. They could not afford to mess with someone like Hades. “Sky, call Kaze right away and tell him to come back! Don’t let him go to the casino!” Darcy said to Sky.

The pressure given off by the ancient god was too powerful even for them, who was the child of the gods. “How about I relive your victory trauma, my Perseus?” The eerie mocking voice caressed Perseus back. Perseus couldn’t understand his statement, it was a matter of obvious. Hades didn’t even give him any context. “What do you mean?” “Iya!” Hermes flew while thrusting his spear in desperation. The hell armies were working together in protecting their master and received the attack. “HERMES NO!” Perseus couldn’t move, stopped. “It’s okay, my armies will make him busy. Now, the spotlight is on you.” Hades’s heart was pumping blood, shot up to his head. All sorts of ideas were running inside h

As she stared at her wife's nakedness for the first time, an excited lump stuck in her throat. Hades was beautiful beyond description. An older goddess of the Olympians, daughter of the Time Lord Cronus and the Titaness Rhea, no doubt her unearthly beauty was frighteningly radiant and timeless. Persephone was certain that if any mortal ever set their eyes upon her true form, their fragile lives would be burned into ashes. Even she, herself as a deathless goddess, felt immensely overwhelmed by Hades's perfection. Her eyes lingered at the elegant throat of the older woman, at her desirable beautiful breasts, a marvelous sight, and then back to her eyes that were shining like the deadly Styx. W

The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy. Hades wears an over-the-knee long one-shoulder black tunic with leather sandals. His straight black hair shines under Persephone quarter's fake sun, and his step wilts the grass that ignites soon after. He undresses, displaying his bare muscled body and hanging accessories without a single drop of shame before dipping in the hot spring. His corporal temperature brings the water to a boil as he relaxes, spreading his arms along the rocky edge. A slight tap has Persephone drop her dress and join him, sitting on his lap.