Sons Of Hades Novels & Stories

I raised four abandoned boys as my own sons. I gave them my home, my money, my connections, and eventually enough power to run the four most important divisions of Leeds Group. For seventeen years, I believed they loved my biological daughter, Elena, like a real sister. Then she called me from a school bathroom. “Mom, help me.” By the time I arrived, her uniform had been torn open and bruises covered her body. My four sons had heard her screaming. They had done nothing. They were standing outside protecting Sabrina. According to them, Elena was spoiled. She had too much, while Sabrina had too little. So they decided to teach her how to give things up. First, it was a dress. Then

"Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!" "What!?" He asked confused. Demons were forever loyal to master of darkness, they follow him doing his every command. "You are right to be surprised. See some of my siblings are tired of my father's eternal hold over us and want freedom.. " "Wait, father!?" He asked gripping the sword tighter. The demon not liking the interruption one bit but didn't take it to heart. He stood from the stair case. "I am sorry we haven't properly met. I am Thanatos son of Erebus!" He gave a mock bow rising with an expression that opposed Grey's. One of total amusement.

Before dusk, my husband Hades and our son Eren appeared on the social feed. By nightfall, the post had spread through every hall of Olympus and every shadow of the Underworld. The post claimed that Hades, lord of the dead, had taken a flower spirit as his lover, and that they were raising a five-year-old son together. The picture under the headline showed Hades standing beside Eren. A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair.

His skin became paler, yet somehow seemed to glow beneath the firelight. But the most striking change was the black ink. It spread across his skin in jagged, ancient script, spiraling over his neck and curling down his arms as though every mark had been carved into him through pain. Then he smiled. Jo stopped breathing. That smile. It didn’t belong to Don anymore. It was Victor’s smile. Only twisted. Corrupted. “I’m Dareon,” he said softly. “Second son of Hades.” Jo’s heart stopped. “Twin to the boy you promised to love and anchor.”

Lied to? A smile spreads Draven’s lips, “done. Anything you want. Whatever you want. I’ll do anything for you.” His eyes flash to Carden for a second before landing back on me, “my intentions run deeper than angels seeking an opportunity. You and I are made of one. Together we are the children of Drystan. Son of flesh and shadows, daughter of blood and nightmares. We make people bow.” Draven’s hand reaches out to me, “Let’s go home.” I heed his words, abiding by his simple command, I reach out to meet his hand. It feels like taking the hand of the devil, but what happens when the devil is your twin brother.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

"What's going on here? Why are they about to kneel?" "I heard that boy's their son — no idea what happened, but apparently it's bad enough for that." "Still, no need to kneel over it. That kid looks harmless enough, but he must be pretty cold-blooded to make his own parents kneel in the street." Someone else pushed back. "You don't know that. Maybe the parents did something unforgivable. Not every parent out there is a good one." "Look at the boy standing next to them, though — clearly the pampered one. If they're both this family's sons, the other one clearly hasn't had it nearly as easy."

"It was said to be a prison. The people imprisoned there are all extremely vicious devils. There are at least several tens of Dark Sons here." "What are Dark Sons?" "They claimed to be the Son of Gods living in the dark. They are the people of the Immortals who fought for the position of Son of God and were defeated. They were powerful. They were locked up there by the person who won the position of Son of God." "I thought the Son of God was the name of the person, but I didn't expect it to be a position," Yan Wushuang said curiously. Chu Xun also thought so. As Lao Hei said, the Son of God was a position, and a group of people had fought for it. The losers were locked in the so-called City

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’

“They did not escape, they are not capable of that. Someone had to let them out and send them to do their bidding. The only way out of hell is to make a deal with the devil himself…My father, he is the one who let them out to hunt me down and bring me back home in exchange for their freedom. I made it clear that I do not want to go back to the underworld but Hades is not one to take no for an answer,” My mouth hung wide open as I finally wrapped my head around his words…his father was Hades, the original lord of the underworld. The Greek god Hades as in flaming hair ,brother to Zeus and actual god. Wait if Hades is his father then wouldn’t that make Asmodeus a god too or at the very least a