Ares And The Trojan War Novels & Stories

His eyes moved between my eyes and his hand, waiting. I let out a heavy sigh and clutched my hand in his. The smile widened on his face and then he pulled out of my grasp. “Helen of Troy.” He snapped his fingers in the air. “Excuse me.” “Helen of Troy. It’s an old tale told in Greek mythology. It is said that her elopement to Paris, some would say abduction, was what sparked the Trojan war. Her beauty brought men to war.” He then gestured to my face. “Kind of like you. Two head strong Alphas are ready to risk it all for you. ‘A face that launched a thousand ships’.”

She has never hated Selene’s creatures, but now, she could see what Aspa meant when she said that they were monsters; indeed, they are. Right before Hades could grow limp, Aron appeared from behind and attacked Asher, stabbing him with a spear. Hades dropped from his hand then, and Asher staggered back. It was an angelic warrior spear, and he could feel the strength he had gotten drastically draining. “Fuck,” he cursed, and placed his hand on the spear, although it hurt like hell, he yanked it out and dropped it on the ground. His blood-red eyes went to Aron, and he said, “You shouldn’t have done that.” He disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared right in front of Aron, and kicked him

Ares chuckled at the corners of his lips, holding it up to form a mocking gesture at Morgan whose face was getting redder, he could see the one pure god's brows slanted sharply as he shot a glare at him, "Why? Am I telling the truth?" Ares is the god of war and trembling is not his style, he has gone through many wars with many victories anyway, then just a Morgan? Just a god who never even used his powers, Morgan was just an amateur god, there was no reason for Ares to be afraid of Morgan.

​"What does that mean?" ​"It means," Ares said, leaning down until his forehead touched mine, "that a dog that has been whipped that hard doesn't run to a new master unless he is told to. He is a Trojan horse, Yara. And I will not let him open the gates." ​The Healer’s Wing was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind against the high windows. ​I had left Ares in the War Room, pouring over maps of the border, doubling the patrols. He was in his element—preparing for war.

He got to live without it, always following him like a shadow. "Exactly." I nodded, finishing my drink. "You aren't looking at it the same way as I am, Androkles." he sighed. "And how are you looking at it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Born of lightning, we know that part is referring to being the son of Nikos." He began his breakdown. "A destroyer emerges. That could just be speaking that you would become Ares. As God of War, he is often seen as a destroyer." He pointed out that I'm finding it hard to argue with the logic.

*Boom* Another clash which yielded no victor. Ares’ feet dug into the ground like the roots of a mighty oak. His eyes flashed with intensity as he dragged his great sword before him and filled it with his power. The power of the earth filled his weapon and reinforced its might. With his authority as the god of war, each attack was multiplied and by relying on Endless Wave, his multiplier was exponentially increased. This was the true might of the one who had once been fated to succeed Zeus!

A moment after, he stopped and pointed at the page. “These are the three legendary weapons given by the gods after the war,” Jade said as he let Arth see the page. A huge triangle had been drawn at the center of the page. In each point of the triangle was a Power Crystal together with the weapons Jade had mentioned; a long golden spear, a black hammer, and a blue sword. “That … is … incredible,” Arth said, emphasizing each word. “What’s this spear?”

"How could you give it away? You knew how much it meant to me!" I reached out to snatch it back, but Cassia used my lunge to her advantage, staggering backward as if she'd been struck. She fell, clutching her stomach and groaning in pain. "Ah, my child! My divine power is in turmoil..." "Elara!" Aresios shoved me away, his eyes filled with a terrifying cold. "She carries my heir! Haven't you done enough?" A war god's strength is absolute. I was thrown hard against a temple pillar behind me. My head struck the stone, and warm blood trickled through my hair.

Morgana said. - Now. – Ordered Savage. - Right now. - Ordered Magic. Where they gather around you. - Decide. Trigon ordered. It was this situation, which he recalled the Apple of Discord. By deciding one goddess out of three, he conquered two goddesses as enemies and caused the destruction of Troy. So there was only one decision left to make. - I won't decide. - He said after just over five minutes of waiting. - What? Circe repeated. - How it is? June asked.

One corner of his mouth lifts. "You've seen it." He says nonchalantly. “This morning in fact.” My toes curl just thinking back to that kiss. And of course it wanders to every kiss after that… Focus, Ly. Luckily, Selene continues before I can fall too deep into a horny spiral. "Anyway, eventually, the gods united to imprison Eris. But while they were still planning, Ares left the meeting, and betrayed them." "Ares?" Zane asks, “God of War?