Son Of Hades Novels & Stories

what he did to me? Discover more about myself. Discover who I am as a shifter, and why he is laying claim on me? He’s been watching over me and following me my entire life but, always bound to the shadows. As we reach the borderline of Sheamus’s pack, I begin to feel that something is intensely wrong. I don’t think this has anything to do with my leaving Sheamus, something is telling me that Hades is here! I was under the impression that he couldn’t escape Greece. What changed? I feel in in my bones, Hades is here, and he has come for me. He will burn this werewolf world to the ground if he doesn’t have me. I keep getting told this in my head. Sure enough, we pull up to the packhouse. I scr

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

he said. “Hades and I share the same blood,” he said in a resigned tone. “His father had left my mother broken, pregnant and alone, immediately he found his mate,” he started to say. “my mother was eight months pregnant, when our father, the Alpha King had found his mate, Hades’ mom. He and my mother were teen lovers who had grown to something bigger, but when his mother came around, the woman our father was fooling around with, behind my mother’s back” he paused, looking like he was still hurt from the memory.

He asked how I could be so cruel as to leave the future Alpha of the pack without a father. He swore to the Moon Goddess that it was nothing more than an Alpha’s duty to protect the weaker members of the pack. Seeing Leo’s face, pale with fear, I practically bit my tongue in half. I knew if I dragged my son away from him, Leo would never forget his father. But I also knew that one betrayal leads to a thousand more. I wouldn’t let my son suffer for what he called "protection." So I chose another way. I tricked Bruce into signing the dissolution papers.

With everyone else, he went silent. "We're going somewhere new, bug." I kept my voice light. "Big city. New school. You'll like it." He held his stuffed wolf tighter and didn't answer. Luca needed his father. Not for love, not for a relationship. Just for proximity. The doctors said even limited contact with his biological parent could help his condition. So I'm going to the Capital Pack again, where I met Luca's father, to find him. I didn't expect the man to be decent. He'd slept with a stranger and vanished before sunrise. But I just needed him to exist somewhere I could find him. Provide just enough contact for Luca's curing process.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

As far as Cronos was concerned, the man standing before him was nothing but a ghost, just like he was. “And you have grown senile,” Hades, Mane’s 1st master and son of Cronos, approached the throne of the Selfish Titan King with confident strides. He was not feigning his fearlessness nor was he being pretentious about his confidence. He truly did not far Cronos. After all, it was himself and his brothers who had cast Cronos out and reduced him to a mere shadow of himself. They had help, but they did defeat this being once. He wasn’t so scary after that.

He started crying but when Adonis’ low disappointed growl met his ears, he immediately stopped whimpering. (I’m not her son) “Sei un ragazzo, Hades! Non puoi piangere così, capito? Sei mio figlio! E non devi piangere come se fossi il ragazzo più debole di questo mondo, capisci?” He growled at Hades, making him flinch back. He nodded nonetheless, looking down. (You are a boy, Hades! You can't cry like that, understand? You are my son! And you don’t have to cry like you’re the weakest guy in this world, you know)

he said with a proud smile and his eyes danced with joy at the mention of his family. “Ares? Hades? Your family has a thing with the Greeks?” Ren tried to joke but Ares looked to not be in the mood to joke about his name or the name of his son. Especially in this situation. But after a moment of silence, Ares laughed. “My grandfather’s name was Atticus and my father was named Apollo. Our family has a liking to powerful names. The fact that our names are from the Greeks is just a pattern we picked up. I named my son Hades after the urban legend of the black werewolf with red eyes who kills for justice. You must be Ren? Bastian’s boy and now Kaia’s mate?” he asked. (A/N: Everyone. The Hades I’

What good is it? I've gone to hell, but my blood is in your veins. Can you really be happy? As long as you're alive, I live on— Hades opened his eyes. "My father is a pedophile," he whispered. Ophelia turned over, half asleep. "Huh?" "He did things to me, in place of my mother. And I'm scared that somewhere lurking in my veins is a pedophile." Ophelia opened her eyes. "Hades?"