Wife Of Hades Novels & Stories

she whimpered. Hade closed his eyes. "She's a ringshooter." Liv shakily turned her head to look at Hade. "W-what?" Hade turned to look at Liv with a grim expression on his face. "It means my wife never misses." Horror flashed in her eyes. Hade walked towards her and kneeled to get on to her level, as she is now sprawled on the floor after her knees gave out from that almost heart attack Eli gave her.

he said as he tilted his chin up in a playful manner. “Will Kora be joining us tonight?” Asked Damien. “Kora?” I asked quite mindlessly. Lucifer smiled, “You may know her better as Persephone,” he tilted his chin towards me as he spoke, the man was even taller than Damien. Lucifer saw the look on my face and it was clear that he knew what was going through my mind. Persephone was Hades' wife in Greek Mythology, being told that Hades kidnapped her and brought her to be the queen of the underworld7.

“You are both asking the impossible.” “Why?” Griff snarled. “Hades recently reunited with his long-lost and excessively powerful wife, who helped him to upgrade the security around the Fifth Faction.” “But we managed to get in and out through a network of roots,” I said. “Demeter attacked that particular part of Hell when it was at its most vulnerable, and she had a significant amount of help from her late husband.” The wolf god turned around and walked up the stairs that led to his throne. I glanced at Griff and gave him a silent do-you-know-what’s-happening look. He gave his head a vigorous shake.

He used the word wife because he did not learn about relations at that time. (Do you cry in front of your wife?) “No.” Hades looked at him confusedly. “Perché non è come mia madre. Se tua moglie è come tua madre, allora è una partner perfetta.” (Because she is not like my mother. If your wife is like your mother, then she is a perfect match) “Oh…” Hades nodded his head. “Ma mia madre non mi ama, quindi anche mia moglie non mi amerà.” He looked down in disappointment.

She admired the transformation, although it only added little to her beauty because naturally she was a ravishing beauty. “Everyone should leave the room.” She commanded imperatively, making Charlene look back. None of them hesitated before leaving the room. The fear and respect they had for her when she was his wife was burning in their hearts. Henrietta walked majestically to her and stood in front of her. Charlene didn't know who she was, she only stared back without moving her lips. “Didn't he tell you he has a wife?” The question was enough to convince her that the lady standing in front of her was Richard's ex wife. Charlene mustered courage to talk. “Only heard of his ex wife, he once

Shortly afterwards, Hades arrived there to pick up his wife to go back to their apartment together. “Hanny Darling... I miss you so much and also this little baby of ours...” uttered Hades lovingly and gently, hugging his gentle pretty wife from behind. “Hehehe... We’ve just met and seen each other this morning, Brother Hades...” Hanny cackled jovially and exuberantly. “Still... I can miss you so much and so much even only several hours after we part...” Hades had been seen laying down his head and nay his chin on the boundary between his gentle pretty wife’s shoulder and neck.

Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.” “There's a new goddess?” “What the hell, Sean?” Alastor fumed, resisting the childish urge to stomp his feet, “Why the fuck didn't I know any of this?!” Sean glared angrily at him, “Oh, I don’t know Al, maybe because you should try attending pack meetings for once, you dimwit?!” Alastor bit his lower lip, guilty, “W-Whatever, man. Just… just put my shoulder back in place right now!”

Forced to wed Hades, the God of the underworld, Persephone lived a miserable life despite being the daughter of Zeus. She found her bestfriend in her own brother Kratos who, like her was betrayed by their own. They were more than similar than they thought they were not.

He wasn’t the best husband, but he did his best to be a great father. “That’s why you married me, isn’t it?” Hyacinth asked, the bitter reality becoming clearer for her now. “You needed someone to be Elias’ mother. I played that part, so you kept me in your life even when you never really loved me. I don’t want to hurt him, Jack. So, you’ll still let him see me, right?” Jack massaged his temples, biting his lips as he was trying to stop himself from crying and failed miserably.

Not a moment passes and Lola is already weeping…at her final moments she is missing Nora the most. The soft whispers of prayers and soothing words fills the room, offering solace and love to the woman on her final passage. The air carries the scent of fragrant flowers, a delicate reminder of the beauty that still surrounds her, even in this solemn moment. Her breaths grows shallower with each passing moment, her body gradually succumbing to the ravages of illness. Time seems to stand still as her beloved husband holds her hands, offering reassurance and love as she transitions from this world to the next.