Sons Of Hades Novels & Stories

Darius put his arms on his hips and looking at the ground, while he searched for the right words to make that bloodthirsty being understand that his son was also a victim. “I want you to understand the following,” he said, looking at him fixedly, “my son and his girlfriend were savagely attacked by one of yours when he was spending a weekend in the woods, his girlfriend was kidnapped and he was bitten, being on the edge of the death. For some unknown reason he didn't die and now he has turned into that creature you speak of. He's just looking for his girlfriend, if your clansmen weren't so irrational and didn't attack him, they would be alive now… or whatever it is that keeps them in this wo

They shared the same father but with different mothers. DEVIL was CRUEL but HADES was Crueliest. How would they solve every mystery of their lives? .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Though the grapple ended not long after when men in black emerged out of nowhere and started cuffing the enemies in silver-like cuffs. One man in a dark suit approached Hades. He had an aura of authority in the way he walked, and experience in the wrinkles he carried. "Alpha Hades, son of late Alpha Arthur and late Luna Elena," he addressed. Hades gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement. "Cornelius." "We set for your pack as soon as we received your word. Accept my sincere apology from the council," he said, placing his hand over his heart as he bowed his head a little. "We'll take care of Moon Stone pack and the violators from here."

ASHTON "Yours is because you're a son of a bitch," Apolo tells him. "It was unintentional," Ian excuses himself. "Yeah, unintentionally you screwed another girl. You're screwed." And he points the bottle of beer at me. "And you're just an idiot. You're here drinking, trying to forget that your kid's mother drives you crazy just because you think you'd rather screw twenty chicks in one night."

Mario was about to say something to Josh, but he didn't finish his sentence, as Giovanni cut him off. "Mario, enough. You will not disrespect your cousin in front of me," Giovanni declared firmly. Mario shot a venomous glare at Josh, his gaze laden with hatred as he reluctantly backed down. Josh struggled to understand the enigma of Mario's hostility and the impending revelation about his father. It became increasingly clear that his father, whom he had never met and didn't even know if he was still alive, harbored unresolved issues within the family, fueling Mario's evident disdain.

The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into. It had been a terrible day, the worst of his life. First, he lost his father to Hades, the man who had single-handedly dismantled his father’s empire and taken his life without a second thought. Now, one of his best friends was dead, murdered by this Nyx—whoever she was. Carlos clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he felt the anger bubbling up inside him. He had vowed to avenge his father, and now that vow extended to his friend as well. Carlos was determined to take down Hades and everyone associated with him, and he wouldn’t rest until he had wiped the He

Silver eyes gleamed, cruel and final. “My son,” Marcus growled, “you will wed Selene Stormfang. And you will end this farce tonight.” The bond between Damien and Emilia burned white-hot, stretched to the breaking point— And snapped taut with pain.

“I’ve seen enough devils in my life to know when another one arrives.” I let out a slow, deliberate laugh and stepped closer, my smile curling into something sharper. “Not devils, Thorne. The Obsidian Sons. I unleashed them already.” My chin tilted proudly, the words tasting dangerous on my tongue. “They are now mine to control.” His brows lifted only slightly, the knife lowering but never leaving his grip. “Yours?” he asked, as though testing the word, weighing the truth behind it. “Yes, mine.” My voice was silk over steel. “The ones everyone whispered about, the armies no blade could cut down, no fire could burn. They’re not myths anymore.

Jone hesitates, his thick fingers twitching beneath the alpha's palm before he tightens his grip, accepting the silent strength of the bond as they step out into the rain-slicked valley. The dark clouds above break open, unleashing a torrential downpour across the Sacred Gathering Ground as hundreds of alphas raise their black shields. Marlon Hale, Randy Hale, Jackie Hale, and Joh'Vonnie Hale carry the heavy stone sarcophagus toward the ancient burial pit, their massive frames straining under the weight of the granite. Jone watches from the front row, his head bowed against the chill as Jermaine Hale addresses the assembled packs, his deep voice echoing across the mountains as he recounts th

He was roughly my age, but his presence carried a volatile, dangerous energy that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He had messy, untamed dark hair, piercing silver eyes, and wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt. A lit cigarette dangled lazily from his lips. He was devastatingly gorgeous, sharp and wild, but the arrogant smirk on his face was pure trouble. Everyone knows him! Wyvern Blackblood. The wild and rebellious son of the Alpha. He pushed off the pillar, his silver eyes trailing lazily down my bare legs, lingering on the oversized shirt of his father, before snapping up to my bruised lips.