Novel & Cerita Ares And The Trojan War

Nothing. “I can’t either,” I said, panic rising. “That’s by design, dear cousins,” a voice purred behind us. We turned to see Eris—the goddess of discord. “Strife” in English. Very on-brand. She’s the one who set the Trojan War in motion just because she wasn’t invited to a wedding. Heroes died, civilizations crumbled, divine rifts exploded. All because she got snubbed. So yeah, seeing her show up? Not a good sign.

As a man who had chosen to stand at Celeste’s back and would have to live with the consequences either way. Remy didn’t flinch. That seemed to satisfy Ares in a way Celeste didn’t fully trust. The god of war returned his attention to her. “You speak of cost,” he said. “You speak as if you understand what war changes.” Celeste’s eyes remained steady. “I understand enough to know it doesn’t end where you want it to.” That was the truth. Ares held her gaze. The ocean rolled in. The tide reached its farthest point and retreated.

As a man who had chosen to stand at Celeste’s back and would have to live with the consequences either way. Remy didn’t flinch. That seemed to satisfy Ares in a way Celeste didn’t fully trust. The god of war returned his attention to her. “You speak of cost,” he said. “You speak as if you understand what war changes.” Celeste’s eyes remained steady. “I understand enough to know it doesn’t end where you want it to.” That was the truth. Ares held her gaze. The ocean rolled in. The tide reached its farthest point and retreated.

Eugenius’s sneering taunt, his gloating posture, suddenly evaporated, replaced by shock as Androkles exploded into a whirlwind of righteous, uncontrollable rage. The Ares power that had been a faint aura around him erupted into a blinding, terrifying inferno. It was the Destroyer, the boy from the prophecies, the warrior who would bring war and ruin to his enemies. He drove Eugenius back, his axe a blur of motion, his every strike a punishing blow fueled by a cold, hard fury that was more powerful than any mere strength.

Ares is riding out to battle to aid his brother Zeus. I stick my head around the rocks to risk a peek at what’s happening. I mean, a battle is going on—that much is obvious by the gathering of troops and the clanging of metal swords and shields. This battle is one of many in a war between the Gods that has lasted a thousand years. It’s become tiring and heart-breaking, filled with such unnecessary pain and loss.

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

“That actually might be a better idea.” “Who is that?” Caleb asked. “Achilles was a hero in the Trojan War, but now he works for Hades in Tartarus.” I answered since I realized there was a lot about the Gods that Caleb didn’t know. When I looked into my connection with the Gods, most of it had been after Caleb disappeared. I made a mental note to discuss the history of the Greek Gods with Caleb when we weren’t trying to escape death. “If he is working for Hades, what makes you think he will go against Hades and help us take the Scepter?” Caleb’s brow furrowed.