Young Hades Novels & Stories

It was Adrian Trevellyan , the man whose semen had been injected into me two days ago. Although I had never seen him in person, only in photographs during my mother’s research into his life, I would never forget those features. His face was so striking, possessing an unparalleled beauty, masculine, almost aggressive, which was even more evident up close. He was around thirty-something, with slightly tanned skin, a strong chin hidden by a short dark beard, a pointed nose, and a well-shaped mouth. However, what really caught the eye were his eyes. A dark pearly blue, shaded by thick, arched eyebrows, they reflected a coldness that was almost frightening. They looked like the eyes of a demon, a

I had given them food, shelter and been nothing but kind to them. “Jealousy is a bitch.” a voice I hadn’t heard in many years spoke. I blinked, looking to my right to find Lord Hades had appeared at my side. “Hades.” I blinked. “We meet again, Asterion.” he nodded. He didn’t look any different than the last time I saw him. Do the Gods truly not age? “We do age, well expect Zeus, but otherwise, yes, we age. We will all grow old and die someday. We are just slower at it than most.” he shrugged.

This whole building feels like a prison; the least I could get is a nice view, and boy, do I get one. The room is right on the side of the training grounds, and my eyes immediately fall on none other than the man himself, Rogue Alpha - Nero Hades. Nero is standing in front of everyone in all his glory, wearing nothing but his suit slacks. Bloody Hell, the man is the embodiment of the ancient Greek gods, and the scars covering his skin make the view times a thousand times better.

I ask, my curiosity piqued. Hades nods, his grip on my wrist tightening. "Tell me then," I persuade him, my gaze challenging him to reveal more. "You're not ready for that," he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "I don't know what I'm ready for," I shoot back, my voice firm. Hades takes a deep breath before speaking. "Denzel is actually, or was actually, a member of the Silvermist. He's currently almost ninety years old..."

“Her name was Minthe. She was the nymph of Oribus, daughter of Denexus and Sentaya. You know, the Sentaya with screechy voice and bat flaps, the old hag of Ortelvan river in Oribus. Her daughter Minthe and I recognised each other as mates. But her parents offered her to Hades, hoping this would help their ambitions to climb up the ladder of Wengarthria. Hey, hear that out!!! They have offered their daughter to the master of hell!! Denexus and Sentaya knew we were mates but forced her to reject me and offer herself to Hades. She didn’t want to, she protested, but to no avail. Hades never acknowledged her for anything more than a mistress. She kept quiet and endured all of it in silence. But,

,Adromalius asked and arched his brows. "No. Leave that to me. You're going to do something else for me",Hades said and sprang up from the chair he had been reclining on. He moved slowly towards the entrance of his prison, his red eyes taking in the sight of Tartarus. The skies were boiling with rage, making the atmosphere look bleak. "You're going to spread the word",Hades began speaking in a cold voice. "Every creature must know that the lycan's mate has been found. It would be fun to watch how happy those wretched creatures would be when they find out their archenemy has found his mate"

Nebraska felt pulled then to fall sitting on the thighs of Hades who only focused his annoyed gaze on his opposite. -Don't worry, I didn't do anything- this time Layan had changed the tone of his voice and was serious again- Your fiancée is intact- -You still have to explain to me why you kidnapped her and took her without my authorization from the pack and for what- -Do you want this to come out as a scandal? - Nebraska sighed and massaged her temples. She was, for sure, he dealing with puppies. -Layan, Hades- she called them and they both looked at her- Who of the three is the youngest here? -

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

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.”

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. .