Who Is Hades Son Novels & Stories

“Cheh! Only now do you want to know about me?” Hades’s glare deepened with a trembled fist. I ought to kill you if not because of the restraints put on me. “My name is Sir Bennett Lionel Illumi, the leader of the great soldier. Nice to meet you.” A uselessly long name. “Likewise. My name is Hades; The Lord of the Underworld, The Father of the Night, and The Father of Darkness.” “Oh Father of the Night, I beseech you to have a duel with me, the lowly great soldier.”

Clurife turned to give respect to his father, Hades, as the god floated into the center of the chamber. The Lord of the Underworld had long, shockingly white hair with black eyes possessing of the pain of innumerable souls condemned to the fiery pits of hell. His pale, alabaster skin contrasted greatly with his black on black suit. “That is good. Yes, pain and death are a good reminder of where loyalties should lie. Once you ascertain whether or not this new . . . student is the child of the so-called prophecy, then you must make haste to dispose of him from this earth and then I will have a little fun with him. Ah! Damn my young brother,” Hades growled menacingly. “Always in the way, but, n

Despite spending a lot of time in tactical training, enduring harsh weather and the hardest of trainings during his time, General |Hades seemed to compensate for everything when he got older. After the death of his wife which was also Anna’s mum, General Hades had mounted the task of being both the father and the mother; acting as the strong fortress and confidante thereby forging an unbreakable bond between him and his daughters.

Hades' gaze lingers on mine, and for a moment, I see a flicker of uncertainty. He's not used to this Jasmine, this woman who stands up for herself, who refuses to be ignored and I love it. "What do you want?" I ask again, my voice steady, my heart pounding in my chest. Hades takes a step closer, his eyes locked on mine. “I want the truth.” “What truth?” I squint. “That boy… he’s my son, isn’t he?” “He is,” I nod. “But that doesn’t change anything. I don’t want you in their lives”

he said with a proud smile and his eyes danced with joy at the mention of his family. “Ares? Hades? Your family has a thing with the Greeks?” Ren tried to joke but Ares looked to not be in the mood to joke about his name or the name of his son. Especially in this situation. But after a moment of silence, Ares laughed. “My grandfather’s name was Atticus and my father was named Apollo. Our family has a liking to powerful names. The fact that our names are from the Greeks is just a pattern we picked up. I named my son Hades after the urban legend of the black werewolf with red eyes who kills for justice. You must be Ren? Bastian’s boy and now Kaia’s mate?” he asked. (A/N: Everyone. The Hades I’

The Grand Inquisitor stuttered out attempting to plea with the magistrate. "HE IS MY SON YOU INCOMPETENT rodent! Release him at once and escort him here," Hades, Dante's father, shouted impatiently. What I didn't realize at the time was that Hades, even though he was considered the 'Devil' and 'Satan', he wasn't anything like all the stories and depictions of him. While Callen and I waited for Dante and the council to hash out their tiff and for Hades to get brough up to speed on everything going on, Callen explained to me through mind-link that Hades was an alpha at one point.

"Then, goblin, please assist me in bringing this youngster back to Hades to manage; tell him his son is making problems in Rome, and maybe he'll be here to clean up this mess." After then, the deity vanished, leaving behind the scorching air that should have been an Italian summer. I stared at Aubrey, who was approximately fifteen years old, with a confused face, yet he was the son of Hades, the greatest god of the underworld, who could make Thanatos blush beacause of annoying. Aubrey saw my reaction and grinned as he drew me forward. "Let's go home, goblin; I'm very exhausted today; kindly arrange for a bedroom for me."

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.

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.

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.