Hades Dc Romane & Geschichten

It was my mate lovingly looking down at me and right beside him stood a man, not just any man but Hades from my nightmares…the lord of the underworld. “Alvaria I would like you to meet my other…Hayes, Odeus Hayes,”

April looked destroyed. “April?” Rose caught her attention. April turned her gaze to her. “You were right,” she pronounced. “The Sadharthe Company was always behind the plans the drug dealers used to transport the goods. I know it because I helped the Son of Hades to make the plans. Rose, Lucian Sadharthe is the Son of Hades and I’m his accomplice.” Rose brought a hand to her forehead. After all, she didn’t want to hurt April, but if she had to, she was to do it to free up the world of their crap. After all, it was April and Lucian who’d been poisoning the world.

Hades seethes. —*

“Oh oh.” “Who?” I asked, following his gaze. The bike cut off. Silence—then chaos. Hades swung his leg off the bike like he owned the ground beneath him. Tall. Calm. Alpha energy screaming without him saying a word. His eyes scanned the crowd once, bored—until they landed on me. My breath hitched. “He’s here,” Hayden muttered. “Who’s here?” Lena whispered urgently. Hayden didn’t look away. “Hades.” My heart slammed against my ribs.

But compared to a life entangled with Hades, my old life was a hundred times less stressful. I gripped the knob tighter, twisting it. Freedom. The door cracked open, but I froze. My eyes widened. Hades leaned against the doorway like he had been waiting all along, blocking the exit with ease. His hair was messy, tumbling carelessly across his forehead, yet somehow it made him look even more devastating. He wore a black hoodie and sweatpants, and perched on his nose were a pair of reading glasses. Hot. God help me, that was the only word my stupid brain could come up with.

"What we do to him is make him live as a punishment; having a long life makes people forget who they are, right Hector Sparker?" My face was covered in blood, and my body was slowly melting apart as if something extremely hot had been put straight on it. My memories appear to have returned hundreds of years ago, before I was declared an immortal goblin. The god in front of me was Hades, the god of the death and one of the major gods of Olympus. In my memories, Hades was a very tall deity, so tall that I couldn't even see his face when I looked up. My heart suddenly throbbed, and I felt as if my body was changing, as if I were slowly dying. That's right, only those on the verge of death may s

Dylan got to the mansion and immediately alighted the Urus. He walked gently into into building, exuding the aura of a domineering personality. He walked steadily, his rage brewing as he headed for his destination, Hades. Hades was the torture room where the 7 Daggers cartel dished out gruesome punishments to defaulters. Any member of a rival mafia or anybody at all who disrespected or posed a threat to the Pope or the Daggers were captured and brought to Hades.

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.

I watched with a tiny smile on my face as Brittany and Priya danced, smiling at each other like lost lovers. Priya always had a way of drawing anyone out of the funk there were in, and I was happy she had pulled Brittany to the dance floor. In my distracted state, Hades snuck up on me, pressing his massive body against mine. His hand on my waist as he turned me around. My breath hitched as I took in the dark stormy look in his eyes. Hades had subtly moved us towards the darker parts of the hall, away from prying eyes. “You look breathtaking tonight, Daisy,” he muttered, running his tongue slowly over his lower lip. His eyes traveled from my cleavage down to my hips, resting on the slit.