Hadess wolves, p.1
Hades's Wolves, page 1
Contents
Other Books by G. Bailey
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Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Description
Prologue
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Description
Prologue
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Epilogue
Description
Prologue
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Epilogue
57. Exclusive Bonus Chapter
Author’s Note:
Want to read Breelyn’s story?
Description of bonus read
58. Court of Dragons and Crowns
59. Court of Dragons and Crowns
Her Guardians Series
Her Fate Series
Protected By Dragons Series
Lost Time Academy Series
The Demon Academy Series
Dark Angel Academy Series
Shadowborn Academy Series
Dark Fae Paranormal Prison Series
Saved By Pirates Series
The Marked Series
Holly Oak Academy Series
The Alpha Brothers Series
A Demon’s Fall Series
The Familiar Empire Series
From The Stars Series
The Forest Pack Series
The Secret Gods Prison Series
The Rejected Mate Series
Fall Mountain Shifters Series
Royal Reapers Academy Series
The Everlasting Curse Series
The Moon Alpha Series
The Dragon Crown Series
Chrysalis Pack Series
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Hades’s Wolves (c) All Rights Reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental and formed by this author’s imagination. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Edited by Polished Perfection.
Cover design by Jineus Covers
Artwork/chapter heading/background images by Samaiya Art.
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Contents
Other Books by G. Bailey
Map
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Valentine
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Description
Prologue
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Nakoa of the house of Mnemosyne
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Tarrent Bloodsong
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Nimue “Nimmy” Windshire
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Description
Prologue
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Nimue “Nimmy” Windshire
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Epilogue
Description
Prologue
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Epilogue
57. Exclusive Bonus Chapter
Serendipity Fall
Author’s Note:
Want to read Breelyn’s story?
Description of bonus read
58. Court of Dragons and Crowns
59. Court of Dragons and Crowns
Description
I was once a rejected wolf, and now I’m the queen of the Fall Mountain Pack.
I’m their alpha female.
After escaping King Cenwyn and his court, I find myself back with my alphas, who are now my mates. I have everything I’ve ever wanted and more, but the gods have a different idea of freedom for me. Persephone’s using the soul bond to connect to my mind and control it, but none of us knows what she truly wants. King Cenwyn’s armies are at our borders, and he isn’t alone.
The Levi are now an army, controlled by an angry goddess, and if we aren’t careful, she will destroy us all.
We endure the fall and rise in the ashes.
Fall Mountain Pack will not stay down for long. Wolves always bite back…
This is a full-length reverse harem romance novel full of sexy alpha males, steamy scenes, a strong heroine and a lot of sarcasm. Intended for 18+ readers. This contains Her Night Wolf, Fall of Embers, Reign of Embers and Lost Embers + Exclusive Bonus Scene.
Dedication
To you, may you find your Fall Mountain Pack family.
Prologue
Persephone with Hades, in their end.
“They say I’ve gone mad, but you’re still here, still fighting for me in the darkness that sweeps our world apart.”
My words float around the stillness of our home, hidden deep within the city walls that will hold, even when we die within them. We will die in this place, but we won’t ever leave the prisons that await.
The darkness shimmers as he walks out of it. Smooth golden skin, dark eyes like the night sky, he shows nothing but flawless beauty. He was born to bewitch the world into the shadows. Hades has always taken my breath away.
He never pauses as he walks to me. No fear, no hate for what I’ve done, just love.
His cold hand tilts my jaw up, forcing me to look into his eyes, and once I’m there, I can’t look away.
“You’re only mad to those who do not understand the darkness. I breathe it. I adore it. I love you, Persephone. No matter who wishes to come between us, no matter the curse of the seven, nothing and no one will come between us.”
My voice breaks, just like my heart. “I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t—”
“Shh, my love,” he coos, stroking his hand up into my silky hair. “All mortal things come to an end, and even we cannot fight this. Our love will be as eternal as our souls.”
I rest my head against his chest, and he holds me, even as we both struggle to accept the ending that we have been given in this life. The Wolven gods have cursed us, and it’s all my fault…but I will find a way to fix everything.
One
There is no peace in the darkness without my alphas.
Something hot, scenting of death, coats my hands, and I become keenly aware of the familiar sickly feeling as I wake up. Everything’s just spinning around me, reminding me of the times I would spin around with Ragnar under the tree outside my house. This time there is no laughter, no joy, as I reach for my mates...and even that deep bond is blurred. My head is banging like it was hit with a bat, and there is a dull headache that won’t quite go away even as I try to focus my thoughts. What in the name of the gods happened? My mind spins as I try to focus on where I am at least. The scent of death that lingers in the warm air is mixed with the metallic tang of blood, the fresh wood scent of books, and old dust. My wolf howls in my mind, stretching and itching like she’s been locked up, and her strength pus hes the dizziness away just a little more. I can’t focus my eyes, relying on my other senses, but I can’t sense much over the smell of blood and books.
I remember being with my mates after the mating, connecting with the pack, and feeling the pack bond. I should be able to speak to them right now...and it scares me that the bond is so silent. Terror for my mates freezes my heart as I remember everything in harsh, jagged memories that assault my mind, making the headache so much worse. I remember hearing Persephone in my head, her voice so strong, like she was really in this world and far more real than the connection our souls has, as she ripped my soul apart to make room for herself. The crown, the Apple of Discord, was all the power she needed to breach this world and take my body over.
“Wherever you are, Persephone, I’m so done with your bullshit! Goddess or not, this is my goddamn body!”
My shout echoes around wherever I am as things start to look less blurry. Persephone doesn’t reply, which is a blessing, considering she can lock me out of my own body, and slowly I see the high bookshelves of the library, the familiar books, and warm shadows. I’m lying on the floor, facing a row of books that are all a faint purple, aged and worn down with a light sprinkle of dust covering them. Sitting up, I glance down at my hands that shake from sheer fear of what Persephone has done. My fingers are covered in silver blood, and so is my white dress and black cloak wrapped around my shoulders. I didn’t put these clothes on. I feel sick as I stare at the blood, almost terrified to look around with the pressure of the guilt choking me already.
Small snow-white flowers bloom at my feet, and I follow a path of them, disappearing down into the shadows of the library, along with drops of silver blood dotting the path. I crawl to my feet, walking past the flowers, which change from brilliant white to rose maroon purples. They glow with their own light, and the further I go, the more flowers there are, until I find a collection of them blooming around a small broken table. One of the legs has been snapped, and now there are so many flowers crawling around it, moving like they are alive.
But on the table is a pretty little creature. Dot. Her grey hair matches the pool of blood around her waist where a dagger is completely pushed all the way through her stomach. The dagger is so big that it’s ripped her apart, but she’s still alive as her wide eyes look at me. Flowers are blooming around her on the table, and I realise they are growing from her blood. Life growing from her death. There is something beautiful in it, even as the sight of her makes me want to fall and beg for forgiveness.
Persephone—well, I—did this.
I’m not aware I’m even moving. With nothing but a roar filling my ears, I crawl over the flowers and kneel in front of the table where Dot lies. She looks like a broken doll, crushed, and her white eyes are lacking the glow of life I’ve always seen in them.
“Who did this?” I gently ask. I don’t want to ask, knowing the answer already, but I need to know. I feel like I can’t breathe until I do. I search for my mates one more time, but there is nothing but a dull buzz where the bond should be.
“You, but not you, Astra,” she breathes out, her voice cracking and struggling.
“I should call guards, or anyone, to get a healer, and we—”
“My fate is written in the song of time, like yours, and no healer could fix me.”
I don’t really know what to say to that, but I don’t call for anyone. Dot might not have said it, but no one should be alone while they die.
“Why did Persephone do this?” I whisper.
“I have much to tell you, Astra. Much,” she begins, finding some strength to even speak. I know these are her final words, and the only respectful thing I can do right now is to listen and remember them. That’s all anyone wants, in the end, to be remembered. I can’t save her, and I doubt any god or healer in this entire pack would know how to. “My daughter was sweet and born under three falling stars, each of them a blessing to what she would become. Smart. Beautiful. Pure.”
This story reminds me of my own names and the reason my mum gave me them. “She was born in spring and was everything the stars could have told us mortals of beauty and grace. She was so beautiful, and I named her Persephone because she reminded me of a particular flower that I always saw on the brightest of days.”
I go still, my thoughts racing a million miles a minute as I process what she just told me. She is Demeter, the mad goddess I saw in Persephone’s memories. Her mother who didn’t want her with Hades. I’m speechless. “I became more frightened every month that passed when she grew to adulthood, that the other gods would notice her. I lost her to Hades as you well know.”
There is so much bitterness in her voice. I swallow hard. “I didn’t always used to look like this, by the way. This was once a doll I gave Persephone as a child, and I was cursed by Hades and Persephone to be trapped in it forever, bound to a library full of dead trees. Do you know what that is like for me? Goddess of nature and everything living? This is hell.”
I struggle for words. “Why would she do that to her mother?”
“I deserved it,” she replies, her voice flat.
“You truly believe that?” I question.
“Yes,” she replies, her voice stronger than a second ago. “I started and fought in a war to get my daughter back from Hades. He took one look at her and fell in love, and I think she loved him, too. But I didn’t understand that, back then. I assumed that he’d taken her by force, tricked her mind as he could, and I killed anything in my way to get her back. I killed so many, and there is so much blood painted on me that it would flood this entire castle. Don’t feel sorry for me, Astra. I am a villain in the hearts of so many, including my own daughter.”
