aphrodite hades

Synopsis: Yang Chen, the inheritor of the divine throne of Hades, was separated from his family at a young age and sold to a foreign assassin organization. Enduring the darkest of worlds, he eventually returned to his homeland incognito. Intending to live a low-profile life as a street vendor selling lamb skewers, fate took an unexpected turn when he married a well-known local corporate CEO. Hoping for a quiet existence, he found himself drawn into the role of a guardian knight due to the presence of beautiful women from various walks of life. As he navigates through these connections, his past experiences and former comrades resurface. Inadvertently, he delves into the world of cultivation in China and uncovers the essence of this world.

Neo transmigrated into world of a novel and became a side character. Here, strength and status were determined by one's god parent and their bloodline. Neo despaired, knowing a side character like him would have a weak bloodline until.... [Your bloodline has been awakened successfully] [Bloodline: Monarch of Death] He gained the bloodline of the strongest god: Hades, the God of Death who ruled over Underworld and Afterlife! His bloodline gave him the power to control Death itself! There was just one 'tiny' problem that Neo had yet to realize. ... Join Discord for character arts and talk with the author. https://discord.gg/eyKkrRqMMW

Disclaimer: This isn't my work. I'm re uploading this with some fixed grammar. Also this doesn't have an ending as I don't even know how to check for the raws and can't translate it anyway. Figured I might as well share it with people if I'm going to reread it anyways. It's not going to be perfect as some of the words have 2~3 meanings. There is some artwork that was done by someone? It was never mentioned by who. If you would like to see them this is the "original" that I'm doing the grammar fixes for. Most of the art work is for the Underworld Fighters, I think there was some done for other things wayyyy later. https://www.reader-hub.com/novel/i-pluto-hades Currently doing 10 chapters a day sometimes more, really just depends on how much I want to read that day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- A teenager crossed over to become Hades, the newborn Pluto. However, the embarrassing truth is that he finds himself in the belly of Cronus. Is he waiting for Zeus to rescue him, just like in the myths? But the moment he broke through the blockade, the myth had already changed. With the divine sword in hand, surrounded by magic stars. The gods followed suit, while the witch knelt in reverence, and the underworld warriors swept away all obstacles. "God King? It's just the position of an ant. All I desire is to command eternal darkness and endless death." These words echoed from Hades, who transcended endless dimensions and spanned the eternal universe.

WPC: MYTHOLOGY ENTRY Synopsis: Revisit the peak of the Olympian lore.... An eighty year old scholar who has been a fan of Greek mythology since childhood finds himself reborn as the titular ruler of the underworld, the death god Hades after a tragic death. But the gods of Olympus are very much different from what the stories say. He will have to navigate through his new life as a god and prevent a coming calamity... All while not getting caught... How does it feel to be a god in Olympus? A tale into the heart of myths. NEW UPDATE: 1 MAGIC CASTLE = 5 CHAPTERS MASS RELEASE

A young goddess gets reincarnated to a lowly wolf. In order to become one with her true self, she has to go through the battles of he'll under the reign of King Vincent Hades, Ruler of the underworld. Love awaits but torture, betrayal and despair also await. REWRITING

COMPLETED Dimitri Santoris is the heir of one of the oldest and strongest mafia clans in the country. He was described as a very cold-hearted, cruel, and manipulative person. The only thing that makes him happy is torturing evil people for their wrongdoings, having their pitiful lives in his mercy, but one can say that he is doing the world a favor by getting rid of these unsightly characters. Nobody could move his unfeeling heart until an unexpected encounter with Aurora. His attraction was just as strong as a moth, getting attracted to a flame. Aurora is a beautiful, intelligent, and practical person. Being betrayed by her best friend had been a blessing and a curse. When they cross paths again, will the flame be as strong as when they met, or will the pain of her past stop her from finding happiness? Will the king of the underworld, Hades, have his bride? And as the truth of their origins come out will their relationship be threatened or will they be strong enough to survive? Can true love conquer anything? Aiden Cooper, the friendliest and most approachable Aristocratic heir, is handsome, smart, kind, and humorous. His gentle behavior and charming nature make him very favorable among women. But he has his eyes set on the coldest of women, Ice Queen Sophia. Sophia Collins lost her parents at a very young age, was mistreated by her relatives, and betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust, her fiancé. Life had never been easy for her, but she strived to get to the top, and now she is the CEO of the popular Bellezza cosmetics. She is a workaholic and had focused on her career but getting closer to this woman with unparalleled beauty was harder than breaking into a bank. Meeting Aiden Cooper gave her the most disconcerting feeling since she’s sworn off love. Declaring his undying devotion, following her like a lovesick fool made her feel things she had buried deep within her icy exterior. Will Aiden’s antics thaw this Ice Queen’s heart? Will knowing his true identity stop her from falling in love, or will she embrace his darker side? Aristocratic series: Book 1 - Bound To Him [completed] Book 2 - Bride Of Hades [completed] Book 3 - Bewitched His Soul [completed] Each book can be read as stand alone. Note- Follow me on Instagram @ starysky96

An Luxia did not have any plans on marrying soon. However, Mo Han’s appearance disrupted her original plan but also saved her from an unwanted marriage. Unknowingly, An Luxia got herself entangled in a relationship with the King of the Underworld, the leader of the biggest and scariest underworld complex. She thought it was her own luck to be able to find herself a handsome, young, rich, and powerful man. However, little did she know that their fate had been sealed 19 years ago. Their marriage was nothing more than her fulfilling the promise she had made to him 19 years ago. 19 years ago may be the beginning, but this is a beginning with no end. Eternity is never-ending. . . --- An Luxia opened her eyes. It took a few seconds for her vision to focus on the man’s face a few inches above her. She sucked in a breath of cold air when their eyes met. They stared at each other for several long seconds before An Luxia’s lips curled up into a small smile. “What’s your name?” She asked sweetly. The man furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a few seconds before he replied coldly, “Mo Han.” “Mo Han. . .” An Luxia repeated, “Age? Height? Occupation?” Mo Han licked his lips and tilted his head slightly, leaning down a little more so the distance between them decreased, “27, 192 cm. . . businessman.” There were a few seconds of silence before An Luxia pushed her head back further into the pillow and grinned, “Are you going to do something to me?” Mo Han raised one eyebrow amusedly and blinked a few times, “. . . That is the plan.” The next second, An Luxia had her arms wrapped around his neck, and with a quick press, Mo Han’s body was pulled down and their lips sealed together. The temperature in the room rose as the two bodies on the bed entangled together. --- Note ~ No rape and no major misunderstandings Update: 1 to 2 chapters daily This is an original story by me and not a translation. The picture in the cover is not mine. Credits to the owner :) Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/FVwPydp Follow me on Instagram: helemon_author

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

In einer Welt, in der Lykaner und Werwölfe eingeschworene Feinde sind, ist Eve Valmont ein Werwolf, der durch eine Prophezeiung verflucht und reingelegt wurde. Von ihrem eigenen Rudel verraten und jahrelang gefangen gehalten, nimmt ihr Schicksal eine noch dunklere Wendung, als sie dem Lykanerkönig Hades Stavros angeboten wird - einem Herrscher, der für seine rücksichtslosen Eroberungen und tödlichen Fähigkeiten gefürchtet ist. Gebunden durch eine uralte Prophezeiung und verfolgt von den Geistern ihrer Vergangenheit, ist Eve nun der Gnade desjenigen Wesens ausgeliefert, das sie am meisten hassen und fürchten sollte - der Hand des Todes selbst. Hades, ein König, der aus Blut und dem Verfall seiner eigenen Seele geschnitzt ist, ist entschlossen, das Gemetzel an seiner Familie zu rächen und sein Volk von den Werwölfen zu befreien. Er glaubt, dass Eve der Schlüssel zu seinem Sieg ist. Für ihn ist sie nichts weiter als eine von der Prophezeiung vorhergesagte Waffe, ein Werkzeug, mit dem er die gegnerischen Kräfte, die sein Rudel bedrohen, vernichten wird. Und doch ertappt er sich dabei, dass er sich nach dieser mächtigen, aber gebrochenen Frau sehnt. Er fragt sich, ob sie wirklich seine Waffe ist oder diejenige, die dazu bestimmt ist, seine sorgfältig ausgearbeiteten Pläne zu durchkreuzen. *** Er pirschte sich an mich heran, wie ein Raubtier, das sich seiner Beute nähert, seine Augen dunkel und unleserlich. "Du lachst also?" Seine Stimme war leise, gefährlich sanft, so dass sich die Haare in meinem Nacken aufstellten. Ich schluckte schwer und merkte plötzlich, wie schwer es mir fiel, zu atmen. "Hades, ich..." "Aber du lachst doch nur über die Witze anderer Männer", unterbrach er mich, sein Blick war durchdringend und frei von jeglichem Humor. "Nicht über die deines Mannes." Die Anschuldigung in seinem Tonfall war scharf und zerschnitt die Luft zwischen uns. Ein nervöses Glucksen entwich mir. "Das kann nicht dein Ernst sein... Er ist dein Beta, um Himmels willen." In einem Augenblick schloss er den Abstand zwischen uns, so schnell, dass mir der Atem stockte. Seine Hände umfassten meine Taille, zogen mich an seinen Körper, und seine Hitze ließ meine Haut kribbeln. Ich keuchte, doch bevor ich ein Wort sagen konnte, stürzten sich seine Lippen auf meine und beanspruchten meinen Mund mit einer Kraft, die Schockwellen durch mich sandte. Der Kuss war strafend, hungrig - ich konnte nicht atmen, konnte nicht denken. Als er sich schließlich zurückzog, zitterte ich, und mein Brustkorb hob sich, als ich darum rang, wieder zu Atem zu kommen. Seine Augen, dunkel und stürmisch, suchten meine mit einer besitzergreifenden Intensität. "Du kannst nicht über meine Witze lachen...", flüsterte er, seine Stimme war gefährlich rau, während seine Finger tiefer wanderten und mir einen Schauer über den Rücken jagten, "aber du wirst mit meinen Fingern kommen." Ich erschauderte, und in meinem Bauch sammelte sich Hitze bei seinen Worten, seiner Berührung. Die Welt um uns herum verschwamm, löste sich in Nichts auf, als seine Hand tiefer glitt und mir ein unkontrolliertes Keuchen entlockte. Der Blick in seinen Augen verriet mir, dass er genau wusste, was er mit mir tat, und die ursprüngliche Verbindung zwischen uns war in diesem Moment nicht zu leugnen. "Ich brauche dein Lachen nicht", murmelte er gegen meine Haut, sein Atem heiß an meinem Hals. "Ich will stattdessen jeden anderen Teil von dir haben." **** Dunkle Fantasy-Romantik Moralisches Grau ML Angst Spannung Von Feinden zu Liebenden Smut (wie Streusel auf deinem Eis)

En un mundo donde los Lycans y los hombres lobo son enemigos jurados, Eve Valmont es una loba hombre lobo maldita por una profecía y enmarcada. Traicionada por su propia manada y encarcelada durante años, su destino toma un giro más oscuro cuando es ofrecida al Rey Lycan, Hades Stavros, un gobernante temido por sus conquistas despiadadas y su destreza mortal. Atada por una antigua profecía y perseguida por los fantasmas de su pasado, Eve ahora está a merced del único ser que debería odiar y temer más—El Mano de la Muerte mismo. Hades, un rey tallado de sangre y la decadencia de su propia alma, determinado a vengar la masacre de su familia y librar a su gente de los hombres lobo. Cree que Eve es la clave para su victoria. Para él, ella no es más que un arma anunciada por la profecía, una herramienta que empuñará para destruir las fuerzas opuestas que amenazan a su manada. Sin embargo, se encuentra anhelando a esta mujer poderosa pero rota. Dejándole preguntarse si realmente es su arma o la destinada a desentrañar sus cuidadosos planes. Se acercó a mí, un depredador cerrando en su presa, sus ojos oscuros e inescrutables. ¿Así que te ríes?", dijo su voz, baja, peligrosamente suave, haciendo que los pelos en la nuca se erizaran. Tragué saliva, de repente consciente de lo difícil que se había vuelto respirar. "Hades, yo—" "Pero solo te ríes de las bromas de otros hombres", interrumpió, su mirada penetrante, desprovista de cualquier humor. "No de las de tu esposo." La acusación en su tono era aguda, cortando el aire entre nosotros. Una risa nerviosa se escapó de mí. "No puedes estar hablando en serio... Él es tu beta, por el amor de la Diosa." En un instante, él cerró la distancia entre nosotros, tan rápido que me dejó sin aliento. Sus manos agarraron mi cintura, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo, el calor de él haciendo que mi piel hormigueara. Jadeé, pero antes de que pudiera decir una palabra, sus labios se estrellaron contra los míos, reclamando mi boca con una fuerza que envió ondas de choque a través de mí. El beso era castigador, hambriento, no podía respirar, no podía pensar. Cuando finalmente se alejó, temblaba, mi pecho subía y bajaba mientras luchaba por recuperar el aliento. Sus ojos, oscuros y tormentosos, buscaban los míos con una intensidad posesiva. "No necesito tu risa", susurró, su voz un peligroso raspado mientras sus dedos se deslizaban hacia abajo, enviando un escalofrío por mi espina dorsal, "pero vendrás con mis dedos." Tembé, un calor se acumulaba bajo en mi vientre ante sus palabras, su toque. El mundo a nuestro alrededor se difuminó, desapareciendo en la nada mientras su mano se deslizaba más bajo, arrancando de mis labios un jadeo entrecortado. La mirada en sus ojos me decía que sabía exactamente lo que me hacía, y no se podía negar la conexión primaria entre nosotros en ese momento. "No necesito tu risa", murmuró contra mi piel, su aliento caliente en mi cuello. "Tendré cada otra parte de ti en su lugar."