Young Hades 소설 & 이야기

I am going to leave this pack before my birthday. After deciding this I finished my food and water and lean back into the bed thinking of ways to escape. I perk my ears up when I hear someone in the hallway. It sounds like two people gossiping. I hold my breath and strain my ears to hear what they are saying. "I heard he killed his only sibling that's how cruel he is." Gasps "Alpha Hades is indeed a very cruel Alpha. I pity whoever his mate may be." Humming in response they walk too far away for me to hear anything more. At the mention of Alpha Hades my heart started to race and I felt this strange tugging.

“Cathwulf, it’s not safe.” Dad jogged up toward us with a group of other wolves. “What are you two waiting for? The village is overrun. Get to the lake.” I grabbed Dad's arm. “Those things are burning down the village as a distraction.” His brow furrowed. “What’s happening?” “It’s Hades.” I pointed in the direction of what used to be the swarm. “That thing over there wants to break Midgard apart. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s already prepared a portal to suck us all back to Hell.”

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.

Ciaran, which means darkness, is the smaller twin and although they are identical, Ciaran had softer features including his long lashes, curly fluffy black hair and grey—almost silver eyes. Both have different personalities and Crocell is always up on his feet with his little replicas running around causing havoc. “You look like you recovered well.” Hades said as he sat beside me on a marble bench by the gazebo where my family plays. I nodded and looked at Hades who is fondly stealing glances at the children. “They are wonderful.” I said after a while as I see a fond smile on his lips. “It was worth every pain.” “Yes… I suppose I understand you in that part.” Hades replied and I can’t help b

Vasha was using my phone to talk to her father, Andrei Krovopuskov. A quick Google search pulled up pages and pages on the self made billionaire, detailing his success and best business practices; but I was more interested in the several charities he donated to, and the kindness of his character. Vasha was blessed with his mossy green eyes and full lips. Had she never dyed her hair, she would have shared the same dirty blonde shade as her dad. He looked awfully young, but then, Vasha admitted he fathered her at only seventeen years old. That means he’d be in his early forties. As shitty as her childhood had been, it gave me comfort knowing now that Andrei had found her, she’d always have fam

Here I come. “Young Lady, Amber.” The sound of my last name coming from my left stops me. I stare at Von Hades or Hades, as I like to call him. He is a member of the top class and a monarch, who serves as the primary liaison between the chambers and the clan. He plays a significant part in maintaining harmony among the four chambers and ensuring that they are profitable for the nation. I only have faith in Hades among the elite group, or more specifically, I have faith in his loyalty. He was admitted by his father and advanced through the ranks to become who he is now. Like me, he wants to keep the East name in the ruling position.

Alex shifted in mid air as he leaped at the enemy. One second, he was a man in torn trousers. The next one, he was a monster, a very huge monster. Hades. He was massive. Easily the size of a pony, but pure and filled with muscle. His fur was midnight black, swallowing the light around him. His eyes were burning red coals. His claws were like obsidian daggers, scraping sparks against the marble floor. He landed on the group of mercenaries like a bomb. It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

“You know you’re not alone in this.” Liliana swallowed, trying to steady her voice. “Mommy, Daddy... Zykos is a monster,” she said quietly. “He’s going to ride in a carriage during the foundation parade. From his manor to Furtooth’s sacred hall. He’ll use... four broken berserkers as mounts.” Her lycan aura exploded outward in fury, sharp enough to rattle the air, but beneath it was a trembling fear she could not completely hide. Matthias reacted instantly.