Novel & Cerita Aphrodite And Ares

Ares said to her daughter, "but did you know that Ares, Selene, and Zeus are gods and goddesses in Greek mythology?" She smiled when she noticed Astraea's interest in Greek mythology. It was because she sat in front of Ares while in an Indian seat. "Your Aunt Selene is the goddess of the Moon, while your Uncle Ares is the god of war, and your Daddy Zeus is the god of the sky. That's why I really thought your name was connected to your daddy, " Ares said while looking at Astraea. She got it now, so Zues is the god of the sky, and stars are in the sky, and Astraea is often referred to as the "star goddess", so Ares thought that.

Or was it a spell of Aphrodite? Hades never realized that her cold nonchalant heart could feel such things until she met the lovely maiden. That night, Hades felt the sweet confusion and grew dizzy with joy and strangeness. She had seen mortals become stupid and mad in love. They fought, killed, sacrificed, and even died for it. Now she fell victim to the same spell.

I ask. “Aphrodite is missing.” Ares gasps out. “What?” Hades shouts. “She was on her way back from visiting one of her temples when she vanished. No one has seen her since very early this morning. They found her drink she had with her when she left.” Ares added. “The drink had been drugged,” Hephaestus says.

My hands moved gently, back and forth. When I kiss my way down her thighs, would she hold my head in place, rotating her large hips as I feasted? And, oh, the taste of her. She always tasted like the nectar of life. I never tired of drinking from her fountain, and she was always generous with it. Just a little lick and a little teasing, and she would give freely. My hands moved faster, holding the base with a tight grip and pumping faster. In my kind, all I could see was Zara ,mouth opened halfway as I rocked into her with just enough force to have her breasts jiggle .

"And stick to Achilles." "Why does he even matter? He is not the first son of Gerasimus Eliades." "But he is a favorite of my Ares and so therefore makes him a viable candidate for you," Aphrodite replied and then let her eyes go soft. "I do this only to preserve your life." "I feel only pity for Achilles now," Stylani snapped all of a sudden. "Being the favourite of any god only means being used like a pawn for eternity."

Selene's words had unleashed a powerful force, one that even the mighty Ares could not resist. Ares found himself enveloped in a golden light, his body seized by an irresistible force. He struggled against the power, his face contorted in rage and pain. But it was no use. The goddess had spoken, and her will could not be denied. The demons followed as well and Asher was almost taken but Dominic held him. Aphrodite stretched out her hand and pulled Dominic and Asher away from there. With a final, defiant scream, Ares disappeared in a blinding flash of light, banished from the world by Selene's divine power.

Stepping into the virgin room the door had again opened by themselves for her. Persephone, wife of Hades, was the first Aphrodite's gaze landed on when the doors opened. She had a glass of ambrosia in one hand as she sat laughing at what Venus had said minutes before; one of the virgins braided her long black hair. The auburn reddish colour of Venus's hair was similar to that of Aphrodite. Though Aphrodite and Venus's porcelain skin added to their resemblance, from their rosy lips and cheeks to their height, the goddesses, though similar in appearance, were very different in nature and hardly got along. But it had been a decade and Aphrodite had missed her sister dearly.

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

First through Aurora, his unexpected peace, and now here, in the way Gianna’s laugh makes Romero’s lips twitch toward what it dangerously close to a smile. Aurora drifts to Dominic’s side as Romero approaches Gianna. She follows his gaze and grins knowingly. “Aren’t they cute?” “I suppose,” he murmurs. Her grin deepens. Aurora loves love. She sees it the way most people see sunrises, like it’s something natural, something inevitable. “Remember what I told you?” she asks, nudging him lightly. “About Aphrodite and Ares?” He does. She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers

It is known that in the end the goddess Aphrodite made Ares her mistress. Yes, Ares on the other hand is a handsome and dashing god. This is because he is the God of War and is considered suitable to be a partner of the Goddess Aphrodite who is the Goddess of Beauty and love. Day after day Aphrodite was in love with Ares until one day both of them were caught by Hephaestus. Ares who sent guards to spy on Hephaestus fell asleep so that their affair was exposed. It is said that the Sun told Hephaestus about Aphrodite's affair with Ares.