Who Are Hades Parents Novels & Stories

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

One way to find out. "The Goddess Hera and Arch Angel Michael are my parents." Hades pulled a bottle from his suit pocket and gave it to Lillith, the tiny little girl in his arms. I stood up on my tiptoes to see, but Parisa's questions kept interrupting me. "How old are you, dear?" Parisa's voice wasn't as friendly but now more curious. "Twenty-four," I hummed, still looking at the baby. "Mom and Dad are at home waiting for their baby," I said, giving out more information than needed.

The complication of a no-fur being able to be impregnated by multiple toms in a single litter made for a mess Hades was glad he wasn't going to have to sort out. In the end, all the kits were going to be his. They were his mates' no matter which tom's dick had done the actual work. It was no different than his own sire's husband, raising Hades even though he had no genetic connection to him. Hell, his dad had been a much better parent than Hades's actual sire or his absent no-fur father. The idea of being responsible for two litters of kits all at once was an overwhelming thought, but one that Hades was getting more and more okay with the longer he had to think about it.

Why did he have to be so insanely handsome? "Some are. Some were created. There is actually a grain of truth in those greek tales you've read. I am one of the birthed ones. My parents were Janus and Mera. The god of portals and beginnings and the black hound goddess, also known as the goddess of darkness and terror," he said with a calm and unbothered tone, taking another sip from his glass. "They've both moved on to their celestial cycles," he added with a shrug and her brows furrowed, remembering what miss Nancy had told her about them. Their so-called deaths, along with his wife's.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

Aisla’s POV Hades didn’t stop talking. He looked like someone who had been keeping this inside him for too long. His voice was low and steady, but there was so much pain hiding in it. “Our father married our mother because of politics,” he said quietly. “She was from a powerful family. She was strong. But he never loved her. Not even once.” I stayed silent, listening carefully. My chest felt heavy. “She loved him, though,” Hades continued. “She gave everything to him. But he didn’t care. He only cared about his position, about his pack, about his throne. She… she threatened him once.”

he said. “Hades and I share the same blood,” he said in a resigned tone. “His father had left my mother broken, pregnant and alone, immediately he found his mate,” he started to say. “my mother was eight months pregnant, when our father, the Alpha King had found his mate, Hades’ mom. He and my mother were teen lovers who had grown to something bigger, but when his mother came around, the woman our father was fooling around with, behind my mother’s back” he paused, looking like he was still hurt from the memory.

After being separated from their mother for a number of months, Rheis held out hope that her two younger sons, Zeus and Poseidon, would give serious consideration to paying her a visit. Rheis was not the type of mother who placed an excessive amount of expectations on her kids. In the matter of Rheis's eldest child, Hades, Rheis tended to be quite insistent most of the time. After all, Hades was not only the eldest child, but he was also the patriarch of the family. She only exerts pressure on Hades when it relates to his responsibilities at work.

“It’s not Hades who made me miserable, it is Aphrodite. She has ruined my life, she is the reason why I am suffering, why Rubin is suffering.” Aeon shrugs a shoulder and sighs, “I guess you are right about that, mate, but really – it was Hades who’s been chasing you for years! He is the one who killed your adoptive parents and if Gaea weren’t there, he would have taken you too!” “Hades is only doing that because Aphrodite promised him my soul and you know that our promises shall not be broken; It is our absolute law, higher than the powers we possessed.”