Tate James Hades Series Novels & Stories

She begged for mercy and it fell on death's ears, I was furious, where was our mercy? We made sure she died the way she hated, to look old and powerless, the extension of her life as a witch was way too long because she hurt others, and all she had to do was simply mate someone with a longer life span. I felt relieved when I saw her heart in Rusev's hands before giving it to Jade and it was his redemption, he needed it so he would stop beating himself up and they could move on. We all could and then I felt his presence and turned around to see T.J. looking at me with such hate before he turned to walk away. I teleported in front of him and he said, "Get out my way, old man," I stopped him an

Klaus said after a long silence, "Jodeicasca is the tale that makes quiet nights restless. Wicked men who die unrepentant are swallowed by her, devoured into this endless belly to suffer regret. But I don't want to regret anymore, Jade . . . I just want to be free." His fingers trailed down my arm, stopping just short of my wrist. Then, as though sensing I wouldn't let it slide again, he withdrew his hand. "This isn't real," I muttered, half to myself. "It's an illusion. Someone despicable is playing with me. When I escape, they'll suffer for this. By the heavens, they will." "Jodeicasca isn't just a tale, Jade," he said. "She's as real as the Great Gods. You wouldn't be here if you weren't

I say, and he and I both knew it was the truth. He nods but doesn’t look convinced. “Looks like you were tired even before that.” He says, referring to my “friendly date” with Tatum. His voice dripped with venom. “Speaking of him,” Hades continues, pouring himself coffee. “How did your little ‘friend outing’ go?” “Good,” I say quickly, too quickly. Hades quirks a brow, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “Good? That’s it?” “What more do you want me to say? He showed me around, told me about his life.” I shrug, “It was… enlightening.”

Hadad appeared and gave James two choices. He either had to marry Melinda or die. Hadad was a Macrocosm Ancestral God and the Lord of the Twelfth Universe. He was not one for empty threats. If James were to refuse the marriage with Melinda, he would definitely be killed. After Hadad left, James began to think. ‘What should I do now?’ The whole situation left James feeling helpless. He traveled to the Primeval Age to find Thea. He never intended to get involved in the Primeval Age’s torrid affairs, nor did he want to involve himself with anyone else here.

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

"Jaz, have you heard of a man way up in the Northern Frontier, far from our country? There's someone called Hades?" Jasmine's cheeks flushed with excitement as she nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I've heard whispers about him when I was in Centropolis. “Hades emerged as a powerful figure a few years ago. They say he's vanquished countless foes and commands respect far and wide." Jennifer continued with vivid descriptions. "I learned about him at a business gathering a year ago. A prominent figure described him as a young man with the face of an angel but the physique of a formidable demon. They say he's like a god sent to protect our nation by divine beings!

As he saw the inscription. It can't be! This is impossible, Lex mused as he mouthed the words made out of human blood: HAIL HADES. HAIL THE BRINGER OF LIGHT. HAIL THE THREE-HEADED DOG. Lex could hear screams in his head. ••• Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The locket in Lex's mind went. Swaying in the darkness that was his thoughts. Trying to make the swaying pendulum come to a stop.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

He didn't even think twice before taking someone's life. Nola's words from the other day came to my mind. If it wasn't for him, she and the children of her former pack would be burned to ashes. Was there really something beneath that hard exterior? Hades gave a proud nod. "Now onto the announcement you all have been waiting for." His piercing silvers met mine, making me feel a rush of warmth under my skin. "I present to you my mate," he proclaimed in his husky voice, "Gisella Odette."

Javier isn’t a mob boss because he stands around waiting for a bullet to sink itself into his chest. And he’s no longer the chubby, sluggish kid sneaking me caviar from his family dinner more than a decade ago. He’ll move. And I’ll die. For nothing. Just like my family. Not worth it. My mind, heart and body knows that the only reasonable thing to do is to turn around and run as far away as possible. Because as soon as Javier hears who I am, he’ll want to finish what he started - the end of the Hayes bloodline.