Young Hades Novels & Stories

They called it Azonos, it hasn’t changed in ten years. My mind went to Hades. He was a brother to me, the friendliest wolf I’ve ever met. I didn’t know a wolf as good as him existed. He was perfect in all ways but his father called him a demon child because he was born on a moonless night—and named him Hades. Nevertheless, Hades was nothing like his name. He was kind-hearted and helpful but when crossed, it was hard to get him back on your good side. What an Alpha should be.

“The food poisoning case at Happy Hearts Home orphanage has taken lives. Eleven children and toddlers died after being treated for two days at the city hospital…” Elena stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Lynara clearly didn't respect him at all! After hearing what Hades said, Lynara hurriedly bowed in fear. Compared to Marsh, who was seeing Hades for the first time, Lynara had a clearer idea of what Hades was capable of. Hades had been in the area for around seven years, and from what Lynara knew, he had also killed at least seven people so far. Hades was a cruel man who was way out of Lynara's leagues. After all, the latter was just a minor thug.

So it’s kinda like a secret organization where we track corrupt werewolves of the upper ranks, regardless of whether they’re fucking alphas, betas, or gammas. What we do after depends on whether they are willing to talk. And I hate small talks. . . . PRESENT Last night had been brutal. None of them spilled the tea about that fucking coward. The guy named Hades is a gamma from the Southern Crest Pack, and a sicko for sending pups in for sex trafficking. Yeah, you read that right. Pups! My head throbbed as I walked into the kitchen, pulling out my blue coffee mug. “Rough night?” Pixie asked. She was seated at the table sipping her own coffee and a newspaper in hand.

“Black and White Furies? What an unusual name.” Philip frowned. Fennel responded, “They’ve gone through countless life and death battles with Hades for many years. They’re the killing machines that Hades personally developed. In the 12 Sacred Halls of the West, excluding the 12 hall masters, the strength of these two can be ranked in the top ten among the envoys.” Philip nodded at his words, and his gaze fell on Hans who was chatting with a hot girl over there. He asked, “What about in comparison to him?”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

“My life got really hectic when I was fifteen and sixteen, so I wasn’t in school for those years, but finishing high school is something I really want to do. Luckily for me, I don’t look my age, so I at least won’t stand out because of it.” “It’s admirable that you want to finish school,” Hades commented. I wasn’t judging her for it either, even though I was curious about the two years she missed. She smiled. “Thanks for not judging me.” Hades sent her a wolfy grin. “I would never.” She laughed. “What’s your name by the way?” “Hades,” he replied. “Like the god of the underworld?” she questioned. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “Huh, cool. I’m Autumn, but people call me Ava,” she informed.

If we had been born ten years earlier, there would have been no place for anyone else. My fingers tightened around my phone, turning faintly pale, and before I could reply, the comment section was already filled with their mutual childhood friends egging them on: [Marisol and Lucian are the perfect match!] [This is what divine friendship looks like—I’m so jealous I could cry!] [Evangeline won’t mind, right? Everyone knows Lucian is loyal above all.] I grabbed my car keys and drove straight to Lucian’s apartment. Along the way, fragments of the past seven years flickered through my mind.

“Don’t dirty my fengshui seat!” “What’s the commotion here?” Mr.Lane stood outside the office door with his arms crossed over his chest and looked at them nonchalantly. Yuna glanced across the room at where the voice had come from. The rumored producer, King Hades, was younger than she had imagined. In his smart-looking suit and carefully coiffed hair, he looked to be about 28. He looked reliable and steady, with his sharp features and strong brows, except he was just as what the rumors had said – stern, strict, and detached. His presence was immensely intimidating.

I opened the box and saw a gold necklace with a small round pendant. It was a globe. Hade and I share the same dream to go out into the world, but I'm the only one who gets to go. Somehow, inside me, my heart ached for Hade who had to stay for his family after his two eldest brothers died, one in war and one with an illness. That makes Hade the eldest Vandenberg now, the next in line for his father's seat in The Council. "Count me in one of your little trips around the world, yeah?" Hade said, melancholy evident in his eyes.