Voice Of Hades นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What was going on? “I didn’t do anything.” I defended meekly through my hoarse voice as the Beta walked towards us. “I know. It’s Hade resurfacing.” It seemed the name Hade itself was enough to always provoke him aggressively, his eyes glowed even more intensely and his teeth elongated to form what looked like canines. He growled. Actually growled. I’ve heard a lot of noises on the track field where men play all sorts of sports, I’ve heard the occasional humanly growl it was more of an ‘urgh’ disappointed noise. The throat vibrates to make it sound like a growl.

"Are you like Hades?" "I don't know what he is like." "Wait, maybe that's why your name is Hayden! It rhymes with Hades." I said with wide eyes. He just shrugged. "If that makes you happy." "Why are the Furies after me?" I asked the next question. He seemed to hesitate for a second before replying, "I don't know." I frowned at that. "You must know something." "I really don't." He seemed genuine saying that. "All I know is that you died that night. And your soul was still there. On earth."

A loud thudding noise resonated, as Hedrick fell on the ground because of the hit. "How fucking dare you to get closer to her?" That thunderous voice roared, terrifying the life out of Kaya's body. She looked at him and her soul shuddered, finding Zian there. His blue eyes were bloodshed red. His jaw was aggressively set. The veins on his forehead and neck had popped out. He was looking furiously nefarious. Zian charged towards Hedrick and grabbed his collar. He forced him to stand up. Zian peered into Hedrick's eyes, wrathfully.

Their combined power was feared throughout the realms, and we hoped to gain their favor. With reverence, we approached the thrones, explaining our situation and pleading for their assistance. Hades, with his stern expression, listened intently, while Hel's cold gaze seemed to pierce through our souls. Anubis, with his jackal-like features, nodded thoughtfully, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. After a moment of silence, Hades spoke, his voice like thunder, "We will grant you our aid, but be warned, the price will be steep. Are you prepared to pay for it?"

Delilah chuckles eyeing Arielle. "Well you have to pick mine now whether it goes against your conscience or not, I'd be surprised if you have one anyways." Delilah whispered. Her words pissed off Arielle. "After you humiliated me and sent that your bodyguard of yours to humiliate me as well, why would I ever consider picking your side." Arielle recites in malevolence. Delilah continued eating, she dropped her spoon gently, a smile appeared on her face, her palm made it under her chin as it rest on it.

On the same level. Zadicus took a step inside to walk toward Persephone and help her break from this frightful imagination but a voice called him. “Zadicus…” His heart skipped a beat in dread to hear his Father’s voice. His mind tried to ignore the voice but he felt a sting in his chest, it infuriated him to hear this sound. “How dare you…” Snarling, he didn’t dare to lift his eyes and meet the illusion of his Father and broke it instantly.

“Good luck with that. Maddox may be gone, but there’s a new villain in town.” I didn’t follow his logic. “Who?” He sighed into the phone. “Hades…god of the underworld.” 21 Hades I produced the highest yield of crystal of my career. I handed it off to our distributors then told my cooks to get back to work. With Maddox out of the picture and my power unrivaled, I intended to eliminate all other competition and kill anyone that got in my way. Life was good.

she said in a strict voice. Hades felt like he was six again, trying to escape from his mother’s wrath after being caught with his mouth full of cookies. “No” Hades replied in a tiny voice. “Good, I will instruct, and you will follow,” the lady ordered. It was strange for Hades to be in the receiving end of orders. Hades admired the brave woman, she wasn’t intimidated by his aura. It would have been a comical sight, had it been Hades wasn’t at the receiving end of the slaps and scolding.

he held his goblet to his chest as he bowed his head, his chest heaving, his shoulders jerking. Wait! Was he crying? Wayne felt a knot twist in his gut. Was he seriously crying? The king of hell, the warden of the gates, Hades himself, an immortal undying god? Hades raised his head up, his eyes red with tears flowing like a river, slime running down his nose to his mouth. He dabbed at it, squaring his shoulders and taking on the voice of a second party "If Aphrodite doesn't love you, someone else would. You may be strange and awful, but someone will someday appreciate you for who you are."

With her excessively fake high-pitched voice, she exclaimed; “Hades baby, please let’s go. I have no idea why your brother has taken a likeness to the slave.” The room fell deathly silent after that. It was as if her comment was the one thing that had finally broken the Camel’s back. I turned around then, just in time to see Hades pull his arm aggressively out of her hold. He stepped back, away from her, and without sparing her even the smallest glance, he drawled; “You should leave. I need to talk to my brother and the slave.” “But Hades..?” “Leave!” He bellowed and I could swear that I felt the walls shake from the intensity of his voice.