The Sword Of Hades Novels & Stories

Meghaal dipped a roll of sashimi in the soy sauce gracefully. "Okay let's just say he hates both of us." Suddenly a hoard of voices started erupting from the entrance to the garden, signifying the entrance of the star of the night. "Speak of Satan himself." Meghaal muttered boredly. Blue smoke washed away the transparent air at the entrance as a blue-cloaked Hades Henderson stepped through the large doubled mahogany doors. Below his majestic blue coat appeared to be a dark blue tunic. His right hand clutched onto the ancestral sword on his hilt and on his left a vial of mysterious liquid. The darkness of the night due to the dim lights made the swirls of light blue smoke appear to be out of

Asmodeus turned him sharply, making him suck in his breath with the kind of force she used. "That bastard used the Hermes blade. How the hell did he get that?" "Hermes?" He was confused right there. "Hermes, Hades, Terzarus. Names of hell. The sword he used was made from hell originally. I'm sure Lilith helped him get that." She explained. "My chances of living?" Krepe asked, already full of anxiety and fear. "A hundred percent. Thank your stars, I've got just the thing for it. But, you'll have to wait one week to be totally fine."

It burned in my veins, fierce and alive. A sudden gust of wind burst out from around me, lifting the dust and ash. The red moon pulsed. Caden turned toward me, still holding Duncan’s wolf by the throat. His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” I didn’t answer. My hand reached out and the sword answered. With a flash of blue light, the Sword of Nytheris vanished from Caden’s grip. He looked down in shock as it dissolved from his hand and flew straight toward mine, slicing through the air like it had been waiting.

whispered Hades beside his gentle beautiful queen’s ear. Within her breathless condition, Hanny slightly opened her eyes. She saw that her handsome Brother Hades had been utterly and totally naked. She also saw her Brother Hades’ quite long, big, strong, hard, and stabbing manhood magical sword there. Seeing that deadly manhood magical device, Hanny was fractionally astonished and afraid at the same time. “Get ready, Darling… Hold on for quite a few minutes, okay? This will be a little bit painful…” Hades started to stab and force his big, long, hard and strong manhood magical sword into his gentle beautiful queen’s womanhood valley.

I can see the bone underneath that cut. Hades bellows as he arcs his sword towards Toby’s neck. Toby, fast on his feet, managed to fling himself out of the way giving me an opportunity to strike right under his armor. My sword slide in his side with ease. ‘Thanks, Selene.’ I say in my head. Hades’s eyes widen as he notices the sword. “Where did you get that?” He snarls. “It was a gift.” I smirked.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

He sat up with my help, a confused look on his face. "Who are you?" He rasped. "I'm here to tell you what I know about the crescent sword. We don't have much time, so I'm going to be quick" she told him and he frowned. "The crescent sword is the only sword that can get rid of deities like Hera. It earned it's name from both the fact that a beam of the crescent blue moon had taken part in it's creation, and the sword possesses the shape of a crescent. It was last seen in the mountains of the king of the undead"

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

She comically commented. "Well, it's a pretty long story, and a complicated one too." "I'm not one to listen to long stories, especially ones that involve a Nephilim sword and a crested family member from North Angus." Alicia kept wondering what that term meant. Slejj referred to her sword as such, and now Lora was calling it that as well.

At the time, the king had spared him purely out of curiosity. Curiosity rarely lasted long. But Adrian had. And now he stood below in the courtyard, carrying the blade of the crown. Vaelreth leaned forward slightly. The executioner’s armor was dark and simple, unlike the elaborate armor worn by the demon soldiers. It was practical. Scarred by years of battle and use. The sword resting against Adrian’s shoulder was enormous—far too large for most men to wield easily. Yet he carried it as if it belonged there. As if the blade itself had chosen him.