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As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

Why would Hade buy a house in Hathbourne and name me as the property owner? And then it dawned on me. Hathbourne is where the Hansleys lived. This is the house he will give to his new bride. My eyes moved to the document right behind it. It had Hade's name on it and— I quickly looked away before I could see the name next to Hade's. I don't need to know. I don't want to know. It was a marriage contract. Hade moved and awoke as if sensing my presence. His eyes immediately recognized me.

If you can’t wait for more chapters, feel free to check out my second book, Please Me, Daddy, it’s just as exciting, and I’ll be updating it too. Let’s keep going together until the very end, and yes, let’s make some characters’ lives a little miserable along the way. Oh, and I’ve noticed many comments asking, What exactly is Hades? Could he be human or something else? I’d love to hear your theories!

I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.

“To tell you the truth, mistress, I do not know the details of the death of the gods. I have only lived for a hundred years, after the sorrowful death of the gods. For the specifics, I am sure Sir Charon and the other minor deities are well-aware as they were witnesses.” After her boring and unfulfilling meal, Angelique decided to walk around the mansion. She needed to learn the layout of the mansion. Though she did not feel that her life was in danger and everybody treated her well, she wanted to go back to her old life. As Rheie was always with her, she cannot make any moves yet. She would find the right timing later. She discovered that Hades’ office is on the right wing. The door was a l

Any book about Hades teaches you only one thing, how brutally cruel his indiscriminative actions are to those he deems beneath him. My hands shake as I lower the silver tray filled with grapes and wine, always keeping my head low as instructed. I grip the cotton of my one-shoulder white maxi dress, silently begging Omar to come to my rescue, but the more I waited, the more impatient Hades grew. Using his powers, he pulls me into the water with a hidden force. "You don't have to undress. I can do it for you." His hand crawls under my skirt up to my thigh, instantly scorching my skin with his grip. I whimpered, unable to break free from his hold. This god has no ethical limits. He is set to ki

On the side, Carlisle Sutton took out the information and handed it to Philip while saying, “The Hall of Hades from the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. They’re the subordinates of Hades, the King of the Underworld.” Upon hearing this, Philip frowned and exchanged glances with Josh and the others. Following that, they quickly flipped through the information.

The cold light of their moon would not call for the beats within and help pull them out, so she stayed dormant—until now, that is. Hades had a unique skill set; he could call for the spirits in a body and pull forward the souls residing inside one's flesh. Being half wolf and half death, god had its perks. He could, however, not claim souls as his mother did, but he could pull them out of their shells. Most of them were grateful when he did, seeking freedom. Suppose I'm not counting spirits or souls that forcefully took a place that did not belong to them, hauntings. They could be a handful.

He obviously heard when I had the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe I had mentioned Atticus’s name. I tried to navigate my thoughts back to the architecture of the house. What kind of house was crafted in such a weird way? Everything seemed off. The reflections doubled back on themself like it was deliberate, like something was hiding in plain sight. After I finished cleaning, I stayed tracing the glass, unsure of what exactly I was looking for. I wanted to stop, but I heard a faint hum behind like a vibration. Electronics. “Fuck.” I staggered back. What was happening? I leaned in to listen, but I heard footsteps.

His presence was tense, as if he was waiting for something to move in the shadows. “Black magic,” he murmured, reaching for a book with gold-edged pages. The cover had a strange sigil, one that pulsed faintly under the dim lighting. I frowned. “This place… it doesn’t feel right.” It wasn’t just the books. There were jars placed on a nearby table—each containing murky liquids and unidentifiable objects floating within. Some looked like dried-up hearts, others like small, shriveled hands. I swallowed hard. Hades exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than I expected.”