Stories Of Hades Novels & Stories

Finally, he said in a quiet voice, “Six hellhounds… and the Minotaur.” “Minotaur?” Arkady asked with a cocked brow. “As in mythology?” James nodded solemnly. “Except those pictures and descrip- tions don’t do it justice. If there hadn’t been four of us, there’s no way it would’ve been run off before it ripped me to shreds.” “But… in myth, didn’t it get killed?” Charlie pointed out. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “apparently, Hades is in the business of

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

He said, “Very good. I didn't expect us to meet so soon. This will save me a lot of trouble, then. You can return me the thing that your sister, Hannah Clarke, stole from me now.” Philip raised his brows slightly and said with a smile, “Hades, that’s a gift from my sister to me. If you want it, just come and get it. But before that, you have to defeat me first.” Arrogant! Domineering! Hades’ face darkened at those words. Among the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, the Hall of the Underworld was one of the top few existences. Hades was also one of the gods most feared and worshipped!

They don't look like much, but those men are led by pure bloodthirst and the shit they all have to survive just to become his warrior is insane. Even the King's army doesn't have such vile training as Hades. I've heard so many stories about how those men leave home in the middle of the winter to do their training, and even those who get injured along the way can't return to base unless their imaginary task is over. Someone broke their leg and had to keep on going, the man lost his leg once he was sent to the hospital, so I can only imagine the awful things that happen behind a closed door.

I am the narrator, you see me here and I'm nowhere. When Ard was divided in four directions by every civilization of different places, people's only desire was the centre of the world. People fought many years for their selfishness and I saw every loss of the poor nature. People who weren't able to fight, suffered in these wars. The only thing the Ardians lost in conquering the lost empire was their lives.

I warned, settling back into the mattress. He moved to the corner of my bed and looked me dead in the eyes. It wasn’t just a stare. It was like he was looking through me. Like he could see things I didn’t even know were showing. “I’m Hade. I’m a writer, and uh...” He glanced to the side, eyebrows pulled together. “To be honest, I don’t remember my full name. This piece of paper—” he held it up, “—it’s the only clue I have about who I am.”

[Third Person] After Hecate and Hestia got married, the two live happy and prosperous marriage. A year after their marriage, they decided to finally conceive a child. Instead of finding a sperm donor, they decided to extract some of Hecate's bone marrow into fertile Hestia's egg. After a first try, Hestia found out that she was pregnant and the two couldn't be happier.

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.

“Stay away from Hades. He’s the worst kind of sexual predator, and he can’t get it up unless a woman doesn’t want it.” “You talk like you know him.” Lydia’s rolling growl made me sit up. Even Beki stopped howling and readied herself for a fight. “That bastard tried it with me a few times. The only thing that saved me from getting skewered was the Vampire King.” “Right.” I shook my head and sent Ophois a silent word of thanks for grabbing me before I reached the wards. Maybe I had met Hades on an off-day because he hadn’t seemed anything like Lydia had described. Not that I thought she was exaggerating. Demeter hadn’t been bitter for nothing, and Lydia didn’t seem the type that would make up

From the stories he had heard from souls that came in and out of his presence, he knew that mortal parents were mostly horrible at their jobs, filled with regret about the things they did and did not do, and always wished they could go back. Of course, Hades knew he could never let them return but it did not mean he did not like to hear their stories, for you see, that was one thing that kept him sane when Persephone was gone. Stories. Yes, he knew the story that circulated around his wife and himself but he could never care less about what they thought or said. It was true, but only a fraction of it, and Hades himself knew that he was right about what he did. For a man who hid underground a