Novel & Cerita Roman Gods Hades

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

All of them were of top quality with excellent figures. At this time, on the side of the suite near the French windows, there was a shirtless man with tanned skin and bulging muscles. He had tattoos all over his arms, thighs, chest, and back. He was none other than Hades, the Lord of the Underworld who terrified all the dark forces in the West! He was also one of the top three super existences in the 12 Sacred Halls of the West! A man of intelligence and power! At this time, he was doing high-level physical training.

He'd saved the delusional tom from whatever horrible fate the formerly trustworthy High Priests were about to bring down on him. He didn't regret it. But the no-fur didn't know where that left him. The tom, Hades, was looking for a specific no-fur, one he had named Doll. Hades very firmly believed he'd found that precious no-fur in him. The brain-addled no-fur wasn't sure how to deal with that. There didn't seem to be any convincing him otherwise.

It is evil as well as sexy. “I’m all ears.” He tells me once he notices my silence just after his name. It is attractive and sounds good. Hades… means God of the dead and underworld. A giver of wealth. “I have submitted the agreement, according to which you can walk out with me but only for an hour. I hope you will not have any problem with this.” I say, gathering some courage. For fuck’s sake, I am a psychiatrist and I have met such patients many times. Then why should react this stupidly around this man? He is a mere patient who cannot control me.

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

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.

Or when she discovered it wasn’t just him, but Roman too? I wasn’t a fool. If the police were involved, it had to be Roman meddling. He was the type to lean on the law and twist it until it bent to his will. Hades, on the other hand, never struck me as a man who relied on officers or their rules. To him, the police were nothing but a waste of time. Roman and Hades might have shared blood, but that was where their similarities ended.

He didn’t know what the meeting was about, but he had a sinking feeling it was related to Romoto. Hades stood at the head of the table, his voice low but commanding. "One of you," he began, "tried to have me killed in Romoto." The words sent a shockwave through the room. Jack’s blood ran cold, but he forced himself to maintain a neutral expression. "I know it was one of you," Hades continued. "You set me up, sent imposters in place of the Macaris family, hoping I wouldn’t survive. But I’m still here."

Romans POV Without thinking I smashed through the window catching Cleo off guard yet the man controlling the flames didn’t even flinch. Turning to face me his face shared similarities with Cleo. Their noses, their eyes and even the posture they held were the same. There was no denying this was Hades. “ROMAN! ITS A TRAP GET OUT!” Out of nowhere a flame spiralled around me pinning me to the wall. “YOU HAVE ME, LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!” I growled hearing how my mate begged for my life until realisation set in.

A pregnant silence invaded the room as everyone studied the transcript. “The right people?” Romero glanced up; her brows furrowed. “Does that mean us?” Blakeney nodded. “It may very well be.” “Excuse me,” James spoke up, wanting clarification. “I know I’m a little newer to all of this, but I don’t remember there being a goddess of Death.” “That is a good point James,” stated Blakeney. “Thanatos is the god over Death itself and usually serves Hades, but of course his loyalties lie with Olympus and Zeus. Now as far as there being a goddess of Death . . .” he searched his memory swiftly then shook his head, “not that I know if.”