Ares And The Trojan War Novels & Stories

Now it seems not to be the case. Thinking through her, she begins to tell her good friends about what Olympian gods might have. “Well… According to the legend. I know that they should have many monsters and beasts in control. Also… they should have a lot of goodies such as The Golden Fleece, Golden Apple, Aegis, Achilles Armor Etc.” Aurelia tries to list the artifact from the Greek Myth then she notices that it’s quite a long list so she brings out a tablet from her storage ring and starts to type all the lists as much as she could think of along with their abilities.

Still, they kept watching each other. Zeus was lord of the sky once again, but his wife also bore him three other gods: Ares, the god of war, Hephaestus, the smith-god, forger of weapons, and Eris, goddess of chaos and discord, who shrieks beside Ares in his battle chariot. The rest of Zeus's children were born out of wedlock. Three of them entered the Pantheon later.

"He rendered me an orphan and humiliated me countless times as his Beta when he should be serving me!" The war began at midnight. Arrows sang through the sky as Troy’s forces surged from the tree line, descending upon Bernard’s stronghold like a tempest. The outer walls were old stone, familiar to Troy—they once held his family’s banners, now replaced by Bernard’s blood-red sigil. A battering ram pounded against the gates while wolves in war form—twelve feet of muscle and fury—smashed into the defenders. Bernard’s soldiers were disciplined, loyal through fear, but not even fear could match the fire of revenge.

’ They burst into peels of laughter. Even in the darkest moments, the ones residing in Olympus do not discard their children’s desires. From ancient times, when Achilles sided with the greeks, Gods too favored their own beloved heroes. Cassandra knew, in the upcoming war Gods would be beside them, giving strength and inhuman prowess to fight off evil from their holy land.

He swallowed thickly, so loudly that I could hear his throat working even with my damaged hearing. “We need this truce,” repeated Dad, “but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to move against you.” My heart stilled. My breath froze in my lungs. That was as good as declaring war. “I won’t hurt her,” Ares breathed. “I have made mistakes in the past, but… Haile is everything I have ever dreamed of. At first, I questioned why the Moon Goddess had chosen us for one another. But the more I know her, the more I understand. She is perfect for 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.

Mariah pulled Poseidon away, just like Vulcan. “They are still there, we will find them,” she patted his arm. “But we won’t find them until we fix this.” Mariah’s glare went to the tops of the crumbling towers. Ares pulled his weapon as his mate did the same. The sword given to me hung on my back, clear from view, until it was absolutely necessary.

My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.

He places an arm around my shoulder and cuddles me to his side. I gladly snuggle up to him. He points to the fountain just outside the terrace, directly in our line of sight, and I realize that’s what he’d been staring at. A marble statue of a muscled man donning a shield and a spear sits at the center of the fountain. The expression on is face is filled with wrath. With divine vengeance. And something about the way he grips the spear seems almost god-like. Ares. The Greek god of war. Suddenly, the sunset that has turned the fountain water golden makes it look like blood flowing in rivulets out of coffers.

I don’t want to come over as a jealous Beta. I saw her hurt when she came out of the car. I couldn’t make eye contact with Ares watching every move. I know she knows he’s possessive. But trust me, if you look up possessive in the dictionary, it would say Ares. But then again, he is the reincarnation of the god of war, or is the god of war. Aach my head.