The House Of Hades Novels & Stories

Hades releases Omar to look at me. “Someone told me to walk the surface world, you must collect corrupted souls.” I taunt Hades as we both look at the sky above and watch the swarm of soul eaters above us before proceeding, “You influenced many over the years to do your bidding, but you made a mistake in that plan of yours. You messed with the wrong family.” Hades bared his teeth at me and transformed into a two-horned beast made of molten rocks, with flowing lava dripping from the crevices. He dashed towards me, roaring with fury.

The flames inside illuminate the windows, making the house resemble a large, squat jack-o’-lantern. People begin gathering along the street as cars pull over to watch the house burn. I start to worry as Vulk and I are covered in blood and gore, but the wolf gives me a wink. About us are vampires, witches, mummies, pirates, superheroes, ghouls, and a fair number of zombies whose graphic makeup far exceeds our own bloody visage. They are soon joined by firemen and cops—some of who were actually the real thing—who start putting out the fire.

" Martha clears her throat as she enters my office, stirring me from my thoughts. "Please, sit down." I smile down at Martha, laying on my best playboy charm. "Thank you, Mr. Velimir." "Please call me Hades; Mr. Velimir sounds so formal." Martha's cheeks blush red as she fans herself with the manila folder she's brought in. "May I?" I ask as I leave my drink on the windowsill and walk toward my desk, standing directly behind Martha, my hand just barely grazing hers as I reach for the folder.

Candice Austin and Max's mother's house is absolutely beautiful. It is an older country style home that sits on at least an acre of land. It is by far the biggest house I had ever seen. There are large windows with white rusty shutters, the paint is peeling in some areas of the outside, a large chimney struck out atop the roof and as we walked further onto the porch, I could see a cedar ceiling that looked newly built under the roof of the porch.

"Juno, mother of the Gemini. I offer up this soul. Grant me the power tenfold. Grant me the power of the mother. I ask to thee, bless me in trade for these offering on the birthing night." Green light flared through the runes dug in the ground. The gemstones glittered. The herbs broke apart releasing their sent. The roses flared to life with huge blooms. "Juno!" I screamed. "Mother of the Gemini! I offer up this soul. Split this woman, mind, body, and soul. Send her to Hades, send her to madness, send her hell! I trade you these offering in which I have procured with my own blood, sweat, and power!" My voice screamed through the forest.

Dylan got to the mansion and immediately alighted the Urus. He walked gently into into building, exuding the aura of a domineering personality. He walked steadily, his rage brewing as he headed for his destination, Hades. Hades was the torture room where the 7 Daggers cartel dished out gruesome punishments to defaulters. Any member of a rival mafia or anybody at all who disrespected or posed a threat to the Pope or the Daggers were captured and brought to Hades.

Sinclair said with a smirk, sarcastically emphasizing his words as he walked out of the monastery quarter, slamming the door behind him. Ava fell to her knees as tears blurred her eyes. She anticipated the horror of what was coming for her. The House of Lycans had been defeated, and the palace taken over by a powerful Alpha, Axel, and now her half-brother was offering her as a slave to him to save his life.

"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."

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.