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The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration, everything seemed to happen at the same time: I heard a thud, so loud the floor vibrated under my feet, the ball on the kitchen table lit up and the TV turned off. “What—?” Another loud thud cut me off. “Never again,” said the app from my phone. “Oh, you mean these guys? Fine with me.” The third thud made me jump to my feet. “I said fine, no need to get so loud!” “Not us.” Those two words sent cold chills down my spine. “That wasn’t one of you?” “Demon. Basement.” “What!?” The next thud seemed to shake the whole house. “Library.” I forgot all about my dinner, grabbed my phone and hurried out of the kitchen with a frightened gla

“A good question. My mother and Aunt Yannylla taught me a prayer to shield the item and trick the bond that links it to its owner.” We entered the sacred rooms one by one, breath held. Each chamber was a shrine—Zeus’s lightning bolt gleamed with golden menace; Hermes’s sandals shimmered with residual speed; even the dark elf’s crown radiated cold death and unending life. And then we reached the room veiled in shadow, where the air weighed heavier. Hades. His presence clung to every surface, his childhood memories in small trinkets, war relics, coins from the River Styx, weapons that had slain gods and demons alike.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

Because as soon as Javier hears who I am, he’ll want to finish what he started - the end of the Hayes bloodline. My heart beat now matches my legs, trotting down the hallways as fast as I can. Into my room. Gathering my things. I take only what is necessary - anything that can fit in a duffel bag, because I know I would need to run. Fuck the rest. But the more I move…the more subtle I try to be…the more lost I am. The house is big. But beyond this overwhelming main building, there are others. I haven’t been here long enough to know of other exits, and it makes sneaking around futile.

Flipping mad, Hades shouted in rage. Hades was the nephew of Cronus. He was slapped by Kaze and then beaten by Miru. His face was bruised and battered. Smack! Miru hit him across the face again before walking away. “Hank, break everything in Orange Light Hotel. “Remember this, Hades. I wreck your place and your face. You should come at me if you want revenge.” She uttered and took off without looking back.

Whatever it takes. I followed behind a group of Ministers a little distance off, curious about what the crowd was about. A group of vampire members entered a little later and I stopped realising it as one of their monthly meetings. Great, that’s what we needed, more of those leeches stuck together in a closed room. However, as much as I was annoyed to see them, the person my eyes narrowed on was the head of them all. Hades. He was decked in complete black, a reflection of his soul maybe, he didn’t wear a smile as the others had and certainly not like the bimbo that stood beside him smiling like an idiot. I snickered and his head tilted a little, until he stared into my direction as if he cou

“I merely borrowed this vessel.” Gavriel stepped forward, his presence commanding and lethal. “Release him. Now.” The thing laughed again. “You may call me Hades.” The name alone carried weight and it was familiar. Althea gasped as she weakly muttered, “That was the name they mentioned… The Abyssal Order.” “A demon,” Zander muttered. “Ah, very good,” Hades replied, tilting Midas’s head toward Zander. “Still sharp. Still burning.” Without warning, dark tendrils of mist poured from Hades’s body, spreading across the corridor like spilled ink. The shadows on the walls peeled away, forming shapes that writhed and twisted.

A human bone… Gag. Looking at Catherine, they nodded to each other and turned running back the way they had. As quietly as they could. Once far enough away Opening their l**k to as many pack as they could within the area. “Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard! I repeat Barghest in the Colton’s Graveyard. It’s huge! We need back up! Now!” With their hearts pumping Yolanda and Catherine kept watch around them. The Barghest wouldn’t be alone. These were pets of more powerful Fae. A Shining One if they were unlucky owned it.

he said as he tilted his chin up in a playful manner. “Will Kora be joining us tonight?” Asked Damien. “Kora?” I asked quite mindlessly. Lucifer smiled, “You may know her better as Persephone,” he tilted his chin towards me as he spoke, the man was even taller than Damien. Lucifer saw the look on my face and it was clear that he knew what was going through my mind. Persephone was Hades' wife in Greek Mythology, being told that Hades kidnapped her and brought her to be the queen of the underworld7.