Voice Of Hades Novels & Stories

I would still win. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky’s POV The moment I felt it, I lifted my head, my ears twitching at the shift in energy. The air was still, almost too still, but the warning hummed in my bones. Helios was planning something. I curled my tail around my paws, my silver fur glowing under the moonlight. The dreamscape around me, the space where wolves could speak freely, beyond their human halves, shimmered as another presence emerged. Hades. I met his gaze as he stepped forward, his dark form massive, his silver eyes calm but weighted. He did not speak immediately, but he didn’t need to.

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.

Then, in a voice rough and unsteady, Hades whispered, “Anita, I may not be your father, but I want you to know… I believe in you. I’ll protect you. No matter what.” The words pierced through the fog, cutting through the remnants of the drug that clouded my mind. Slowly, reality began to settle in, the edges of the memory fading as the present came into focus. I blinked, my vision clearing, and the face before me shifted, the shadows receding to reveal Alpha Hades. His expression was one of pain, a deep, raw emotion that filled his eyes and softened the hard lines of his face.

"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."

I asked with a small smile. I was finally getting what was happening. Hades had four aspects. Four parts of him that he could choose to divide I to if he wanted. They were arrogance, lies, apathy and hedonism. This were major characters Hades possessed, and they were all here now. "And why are my other mates quiet? This isn't our first meeting" I added, referring to the other three. I was guessing the first one was arrogance, he did behave it. Full of himself and proud.

After the heavy doors slammed shut, Persephone could hear Hades's angry voice lingering by the entrance. "She's like a baby! Always crying," Hades spoke to someone outside, "She won't listen to me. The gods be damned!" Another voice replied in a shilling, high-pitch tone, "Give her time, good Hades. Soon, she will learn to appreciate your company." "I do hope so, or this will surely bring madness upon me!" Persephone listened as their footsteps echoed down the hall and faded into the still air. She curled herself into a ball, and soon her pillows were drenched from soaking up tears of her despair.

The light consumed him, turning him to a pillar of flame, then to ash, then to nothing. I collapsed to my knees, panting. My skin ached, my limbs felt like molten lead, but I was still alive. Barely. I turned, hoping I’d see the Raven Gate opening for me, giving me a chance to flee. But instead, the sky cracked. The realm shook. And the voice I feared most spoke again. “Hmph. You destroyed him faster than I expected,” came Hades’s voice from the shadows. “But I knew you’d do it. That’s why I planned... better.”

Noah had several drinks and had to take a leak. At the toilet, Noah could hear some people talking that seemed to have vaguely familiar voices. They were talking about Hades, who was an infamous rogue wolf. “Why are you acting nervous, bro?” One voice said. “Don’t you trust Hades?” The same voice repeated. “He has never failed us.” The second finally spoke, ”It’s not that I don’t trust him but this was really big. Bigger than anything we have ever done.” “Jerry.” Finally Noah had one name.

He barely waited for anyone before speeding toward Sasha's apartment, his mind racing with anger. As he drove, the voice inside him grew louder, taunting him. “You love her,” the voice whispered, dark and sinister. “Stay out of it,” Ethan growled under his breath. “I can’t,” the voice continued, unrelenting. “I am the reason you became Hades. The power, the money—everything is because of me. You want to throw it all away for a woman? I saved you from the trap yesterday. It was me who killed those three men when you were weak.”

Hades got even angrier when he was reasoned by his own twin so he runs his mouth loose. “There’s no way I’m going to have a mate that is male! What’s more it was a faggot for badness sake?! I bet that he was already touched by someone else!” When Hades said this, he got even more angrier than before, releasing his pheromones unconsciously that was defining his anger and frustration despite not knowing why the hell was he angry and frustrated for this reason but still, he unconsciously raises his voice more that even someone who was 1 meter and 55 centimetres away from them can hear his voice.