Tate James Hades Series Novels & Stories

“I don’t know, Tay. My cousin is locked in the basement of my house, beaten to shit and chained to a wall, and my boyfriend refuses to let him down or show him any mercy at all.” “He was going to kill Matt, honey. He’s helping Drew.” She slumped down next to me and shoved a Danish in her mouth. “I know! And I don’t understand how he got to this point. He was so gentle when we were kids, and now he’s a hitman named Hades?! That’s not the Tyson I know and love.” “Just know that the guys have agreed not to hurt him or kill him as long as he keeps up his end of the deal. So, when this is all over, maybe you can help him get his life back on track.”

Thankfully, just as I did that, the door was suddenly pushed open. However, my jaws practically fell to the floor when two men who looked like splitting images of Hades stepped in. I gasped and so did Hades. “Hello brother,” one of the men greeted with a smile, and I couldn’t help but frown when my body reacted to him just as it did to Hades. What the hell? Was he also my mate? And the last one too? “I am Chad, Hades' brother, and this is our other brother, Trent.” The man said, ignoring Hades as his attention was riveted to me.

Hades was the only one who did not seem to have any opinion in the moment, almost as if he had predicted such an outcome in a meetings held by his youngest brother. Poseidon calms down to a hiss. "Why are we even here? It was then that Izumi stands up, walking with his back straight and steps in a slow pace. He comes to a stop at the centre facing Hades as if for permission. And with his light nod I glup down the building bile of bad thoughts as Izumi turns to me. "I am Thanatos, the God of death." He introduces himself like all those years back, only all the words were different and now even our world's differed.

“You think she’s safe with you?” “She’s safer with me than with a mate who doesn’t know how to protect her,” I fire back, my voice steady but sharp. The tension thickens, his warriors exchanging uneasy glances. They know this isn’t a fight they’ll win, not here, not now. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Hades,” Tatum warns, his voice low and venomous. “One you won’t win.” I step forward, letting my power roll off me in waves. His warriors instinctively shrink back, their confidence crumbling under the weight of it.

James blinked blankly but refused to ease the tension in his muscles. “James Olympia,” the deep, crackly voice seemed to reverberate from the ground itself. But the lips of the man before him had moved, however slightly. He knew that voice. It had been imprinted deep into his being. “Hades,” James said simply. Hades smiled indulgently. “Relax yourself. I am not going to take your life. I would not want to anger my little brother… yet.” A sinister and deep chuckle rumbled against his bones.

Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

“Good luck with that. Maddox may be gone, but there’s a new villain in town.” I didn’t follow his logic. “Who?” He sighed into the phone. “Hades…god of the underworld.” 21 Hades I produced the highest yield of crystal of my career. I handed it off to our distributors then told my cooks to get back to work. With Maddox out of the picture and my power unrivaled, I intended to eliminate all other competition and kill anyone that got in my way. Life was good.

Seris wandered through the chambers, each one a testament to the power and majesty of its respective deity. In the Chamber of Hades, Seris felt the weight of the underworld bearing down upon her. Hades, resplendent in his black and silver armor, stood before his throne, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his presence seemed to draw the very light out of the air. Unlike the Hades she met previously, he looks more serious, his final form is remarkable.

"My former keeping family, the Martellis, run a lot of businesses. Liam wanted me to know numbers. More specifically, how money works so I could order and arrange the flowers for his giant galas." "I take it Godfather Liam doesn't know what Gran has set in motion." Hades was starting to put two and two together. "He's away settling some accounts. He's supposed to be back next week so we can discuss the flowers for his anniversary party. I'm pretty sure he's going to be pissed." Hades found himself momentarily distracted by the iridescent polish on the no-fur's toenails poking out. Damn shiny things. "There is way too much about this whole situation not to like. But that's not important right

Hades. Just the name had been bouncing around the insides of his skull all day. He had barely been able to concentrate on any schoolwork. How was he, James, supposed to stand up against a force such as that, a god with immense power and creatures at his disposal? The answers would not formulate in his mind and James felt incredibly vulnerable. Even his dreams weren’t safe.