Ares And The Trojan War Novels & Stories

Because, if they really asked for it, then Damien would spend his entire vacation just giving them all names. "Your body looks shrouded in black armor, has wings and claws, not only attack power but defensive abilities are quite good. You also have a very strong and dark killing aura. Should I name you after one of the Olympian gods in Greek mythology? What about Ares?" Damien was reminded of one of the Olympian gods, Ares. Ares is a bloodthirsty god and is the embodiment of murder. Ares rules over the means of war, assault and defense of cities, rebellion, plunder, virility, and courage.

Nevertheless, he acts like he is in control of what is uncontrollable. They both rebinds Homer's Trojan war. The scenery conjures Cain and Abel's prehistoric conflict. Or it can be visioned as if Paris of Troy has just clashed with King of Sparta. Nothing, but an intense confrontation. The Titans versus the Olympians. King Odysseus versus Poseidon. The names of many Epic wars keep flashing in my head when I see the two of them because there're no limits and no humanness when these two bulls are freed in the arena. In fact, the shared kinship is completely forgotten. The desire of seeking a constant triumph is invariable between them. It is a cancerous idea that has been eating their minds up

She smiled. "Simply put, you are the chosen one, handpicked many eons ago by fate herself", she said. "Fate. Really?", I asked, and she nodded. " The God of War, Ares, and Selene are approaching a horrific battle on Olympus and the gods have separated, taking sides. No one really knows why; I just know it has divided the Gods. In doing this, everything we ever know will change. Ares plans on using the earth in a four-hundred year-long war as a battle ground, with his four generals leading the charge", she said, and my mouth dropped.

The small boy stares at me with big blue eyes questioningly and glances at Adrexa, who's standing behind me. I guess she signaled to the boy that it was okay to answer and said softly, "Aeneas." Holy Shit! I took a Classical Greek History and Mythology class in my Freshman year at college. I read a lot of Homer and I know how Troy is destroyed when the Trojan War ends. It's a relief the conflict hasn't started yet! But I also had to read an epic poem by Virgil, The Aeneid. The poem is about the journey of the Trojan survivor Aeneas. The ancestor of Rome.

It's the name of the woman who managed to capture his heart which is hardened by centuries of war, blood, and loss of so many lives. Ares is the God of wars. He was awarded this position 1000's of years ago. He is the one who inflicts war between countries and between kingdoms in the earlier ages. Inflicting pain and destruction is not something that he enjoys. However, he must deliver justice and inflict pain on people based on their karma. That's what he does, doing his duty to punish people for their bad karma. But sometimes, even innocent people get caught up in the crossfire. That's because it's their fate. Their sins from the past lives are catching up with them and they are born to su

Suddenly, a flurry of arrows flew through the air, embedding themselves in the bodies of the advancing gods. Ares spun around, his eyes blazing with rage. "Artemis!" he snarled, his voice like a thunderclap. "You dare interfere?" Artemis stepped forward, her silver bow at the ready. "I will interfere when my friends are threatened," Artemis said, her voice cold and fierce. "And this ends now." Ares' face twisted in fury. "You think you can stop me? I am the God of War. No one can stand against me."

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.

“She’s dangerous. She’s already destabilized this family once. Now she’s doing it again. You’re letting her back in, and it’s costing us everything.” Ares finally turned, his eyes blazing. “Tessa is the mother of my children. She’s not the danger. Chloe is, with her lies and schemes.” Marcus’ nostrils flared. “Careful, Ares. I’ve protected this family longer than you’ve been alive. Without me, everything collapses.” Ares stepped closer, their faces inches apart. “Without me, there is no family.” The two men locked eyes, the room charged with unspoken war. ***

“Not goddesses. Not vessels. Not destiny’s puppets.” Ares exhaled almost relief, almost fear. “Aria…” I reached for Clara with my free hand. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers slid into mine, lightning soft as a sigh. “Ares,” I whispered, turning back to him. “Take my other hand.” He hesitated for one single heartbeat one single moment of fear and then he did. Gold wrapped over silver. Storm curled under gold. Silver threaded through storm. For the first time, the triad wasn’t a threat.

Chris’s expression remained impassive, but the slightest dip of his chin prompted me to continue. “So from that perspective, couldn’t you imagine all the different iterations of Ares—the second son of the Moon Goddess, the founder of Moonstone pack, and the human god of war—as equally real versions of the same fundamental idea? Like the beliefs and feelings and experiences and cultural identities of everyone who worshiped and prayed to him gave simultaneous rise to all of his various forms?” Recognition filled the green depths of Chris’s eyes as realization appeared to dawn on him. He opened his mouth, then shut it again, sitting silently for a long moment. I had clearly given the man plenty