Ares Myths Novels & Stories

He raised his eyebrows at me as he spoke. “What makes you say I’m broken-hearted?” I asked. “Well my gorgeous she-wolf, I can sense it. I’m a siren after all.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Bullshit. Sirens are a myth.” “We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.”

Eros said. “Well, that’s just awesome. Not only am I a Goddess, excuse me, a New Goddess but there are also Werewolves and Vampires out there. Anything else I need to know?” I asked putting my head in my hands. I could feel a headache coming on. “Most Myths are real.” Hades said. “Thanks.” I said giving him my best side eye. “You’re welcome.” He said, not understanding my sarcasm. “Aria.” My sister warned.

Yesran walked along the shelves with wide eyes, her steps were slow, and then, not wanting to waste time, Yesran began to browse the books on the mythological shelf. Vampire. Nymph. Elves. Siren. And many more non-fiction books that tell the origin of mythological creatures from various continents. As many people know, vampires are blood-sucking predators, Elves are fairies who have extraordinary powers, and sirens are mythological creatures who guard the sea. Yesran put the book about Siren back on the shelf, then her fingers moved to the next books. Yesran's fingers stopped moving. Yesran's eyes narrowed when she saw the writing on the dark blue cover book.

“I heard about the murder. And the girl. The panther.” I leaned against the railing, eyes on the dark skyline. “And?” Ardan studied me like I was a code he was halfway through cracking. “The concept of ‘true mates’—do you think it’s a myth?” I huffed. “I think people use magic as an excuse to screw whoever they want and call it destiny.”

Remmi who had been quiet up until this point. "Maybe," I said. "What could your dream mean? We understand the whithering flowers for Myra because of the prophecy, but what do you have to do with it?" Raver asked. "You're not talking about that bullshit bedtime story they told us as kids, right? The one about the sirens?" We all nodded in reply as his eyes turned back to meet mine. "But that's a myth." "You were a myth in this realm as well," I said, which caused him to drop his incredulous expression to adorn one of understanding.

The names Ratatoskr and Nidhogg are familiar and part of the stories my dad used to tell me. This is Yggdrasil, some old human myths call Yggdrasil the Fae realm and loved for its beauty but feared for its dangerous illusions. Knowing where I am now, I look around with a different view. Looking closely, I see the tree roots move as we pass; they make a silent threat if I made the wrong move, they would grab me. He said I had to stay within the roots of the tree, if I try to leave, I will wake up. However, I bet if I tried to leave this place, the roots would tangle up my legs, creating a cage I could not get out of. I just hope I do not have a reason to run because I do not think I would mak

His services have been used by many other werewolves to kill each other, really stupid? He could easily get out of this prison, which is not a difficult matter, but it would be very tiring if he did it himself. It would be better if he just waited because in two days someone would come to help. They will enter from the same spot as him, a small spot that has never been monitored and borders on an uninhabited land, only they ... ordinary humans can pass through it ... because the wolves are afraid to pass through that uninhabited land ... they believe in a ridiculous myth. . A myth that is actually very much proven to be a lie. The myth that anyone who passes through the forest will become a

“Do you like fantasy?” “Like dragons and Lord of the Rings stuff? No. I don’t think of the Greek gods as fantasy. I think of them as history.” He looked surprised. “So, you believe in it all?” I shrugged. “I don’t know that I don’t believe in it. I think you have to wonder where the stories came from. Every myth stems from something. What sparked the stories? And it is so elaborate. It would have taken a mastermind to just make up this whole world of people and give them each a story.”

I steadied my breathing, “Do you know that if you put in the same energy you use to read into school, you’d be a grade A student.” She stuck out her tongue at me in retaliation. “You really need to read this one; it’s about fairies and werewolves,” she gushed, “I can’t wait to meet an actual fairy.” “Fairies don’t exist, Leslie,” I said in a bored tone. “Of course they do,” she argued, “If they didn’t then why would people write about them?” “Because it’s a myth, and it’s fantasy, it sells well.” “Every myth is based on truth,”

But most myths turn out to be exactly that, simply myths, no more, no less. Amelia is definitely unique. That’s for sure, with a power I’ve never seen before, and it seems she’s just awakening to these. How far will they go once she's reached her full potential? But do I believe in myths? And if so, which of the many that are out there?