Sons Of Hades Novels & Stories

They called it Azonos, it hasn’t changed in ten years. My mind went to Hades. He was a brother to me, the friendliest wolf I’ve ever met. I didn’t know a wolf as good as him existed. He was perfect in all ways but his father called him a demon child because he was born on a moonless night—and named him Hades. Nevertheless, Hades was nothing like his name. He was kind-hearted and helpful but when crossed, it was hard to get him back on your good side. What an Alpha should be.

"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.

I stated. “They… they aren’t mine. They are Persephone’s.” Hades began talking while playing with his thumb. Very uncharacteristic for such a proud God to have such hobby. “I… Zeus cursed me to never have a child from my seed. My ex-wife and I had sons but they aren’t from me, Persephone conceived the sons of other male.”

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.

In the wind, however, she heard the sounds that were coming, they weren't too loud but enough for her to hear, the groans resounded in a dark and ghastly way. “Well done Gideon, a descendant of the sun god. However, this time you have chosen the wrong target. I need Lotus White, or the whole White family perish. You know the answer, don't you! Wormwood's blood has been activated and it needs the blood of the virgins of the White House or else on that day the blood of Wormwood will suck all the blood of the people in the house..." "It's Farrer..." cried the Lotus, her hand clutching Gideon's. "Gideon, wormwood, I'm hearing it calling to me. It needs blood donors, hunger and greed, I smell dea

“Tell your father that If given the chance I would have done the same to him” I pressed the sharp blade to his already popping vein. “Na stamatísei hades” Grandmother walked in. ………………………………………………………………………………………. She was not alone. She had bought the whole family. Lara stood behind her along with theíos. Sousanna faltered a little seeing the monster in the eyes of Hades. This is what makes him the best leader out there. With the tendency to massacre and bring death on any person who refuses to obey. She thought. (uncle)

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.

The horrid voice said as flashes of light rippled from the black larva goo. “I am Hades! The king of the under…” Hades gets interrupted as he hears a sound of a familiar voice which he didn't want to be true. “ The Underworld yeah I get it dad.” His son Zagreus said, gazing at him as he smiled. “Happy to see me dad?” Zagreus said, coming out from the dark larva and folding his arms as he just stared at Hades. *** Meanwhile… Queen Lilith felt a bit lonely as she opened her drawer and saw an old picture of her junior sister she called Leuvis. She lost her during a great war between different tribes of demons and she got separated from her family both mom, dad and junior sister ever since then.

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."

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.