Pomegranate Hades Novels & Stories

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

After Eren went upstairs, the hall fell quiet. Hades came toward me, his voice softer than before. “Do not be angry. I did not forget your birthday. I prepared a gift for you long ago.” He paused, then said, “I found the pomegranate brooch you cared about most.” That brooch had disappeared when I gave birth to Eren. Back then, I had been half-conscious, my divinity nearly drained, while Hades held my hand and promised he would find it for me one day.

we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion "I am the actual son of Zues so I'm more qualified to be Emporer than someone who's bloodline is so diluted but if you hand over the crown right now no one will get hurt" he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet."

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

"Are you sure Riven has really disappeared for weeks now?",Adromalius asked as he gazed at the bleak world before him. No matter how much he went into Tartarus, he could never get used to the chaos and agonized screams that echoed every time. He gazed at Hades, the king of the underworld, waiting for an answer to his questions. Hades held the glass dome containing Layla's blood in his palm. He swirled it occasionally, and each time he did, a devilish look would appear on his face.

Great. Ten minutes later, Doctor Khe comes out of the building with a large crate of apples. Klay hops out of the Jeep and helps her. When they get closer, I see they are actually pomegranates. Where did this dusty ass store in the middle of the desert get fresh pomegranates from? “I hope you have a sweet tooth!” She chirps when she climbs back into the driver’s seat. “They are super fresh! Right off the tree. My husband’s aunt grows them.”

I could see the pure shock on Jasmine’s face, and I couldn’t help the pride that flowed through me. “He’s massive!” Jasmine exclaimed. My smiled broadened, if that was even possible. “His name is Hades, and he’s the Alpha to be.” He did the unexpected and howled, and Oregon joined him soon after. I didn’t catch onto it at first, and I could see that Jas was just as confused as she stepped back to stand next to me. Until I finally caught on.

I slowly stood on my feet and rubbed my knees that were already peeled from the effect of kneeling on the rough ground for too long. Damien held his head as he felt his head spin, his limbs felt heavy as if weighted by invisible chains. His eyes widened in realization as he stumbled backwards, his hand clutching his throat, the venomous Nightshade potion had already begun its journey into his heart as it coursed through his veins, its deadly grip tightening.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

Pago was a peaceful place, but Mariana thought it wouldn’t ever beat the City. ‘Maybe I should ask him? Yeah, it should be fine.’ *** The distance from the warehouse to Mariana’s home was only about five hundred steps, so she and Marcus decided to just walk there. They also preferred this, so Marcus could greet the villagers currently working in the fields. Agriculture has drastically changed ever since Marcus’ arrival. The fields in the village used to be filled with potatoes, but now only less than ten of the almost a hundred plots were planted with it. They had all been replaced by sunblooms — a small yellow flower that was used for making potions. These flowers grew fast, but could only