Ares Myths Novels & Stories

“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.”

Martin replied. "So, how does that relate to the Aries Brother's and are they the one who are killing Alpha's?" I inquired, biting the skin off my lips. We were taught very young about the Aries Brothers and how the moon goddess hated her own creatures and how she wished to turn everything around. It felt like a myth but it was a fact, she hated her own creation.

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?

he added. "Expressing the duality of their nature..." I looked at the boy wide-eyed as he kept on talking and I stood in shock. I was surprised as he began expressing a surprisingly vast knowledge of something I lived so close with, yet hadn't taken the time to even consider. Myra's mark was something I thought was unique, and hadn't imagined was actually the symbol of an entire species. "Stop all this riff raff..." the dark crinkly haired man called now. "History is filled with myths and fairy tales..." he explained "All this is falsehood..." he added

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

Aria answered softly, “Can you please answer? I need to know.” The silence stretched again as Rose met the gaze of her friend before letting out a sigh. “For most creatures in the north. They are myths. For people in the south, they are outcasts. They aren’t supposed to exist anymore. Once upon a time, they were said to rule the world. They are all ancient and powerful beyond belief. Beyond even what the most powerful alpha wolves could do.” Aria gulped as she flexed her fingers. “They were said to be able to see threads,” Rose continued. She sneaked a glance at Aria, noting the changes in her expression as she spoke, “Fate, instinct, magic, emotions – all of it and none of it – they were sa

“No, no television in her room but she has asked for one. I can only hold off for so long. What are we going to do?” “Nothing, not until I have spoken to Aria.” Athena raises an eyebrow at me and shakes her head in frustration, “You want this to happen.” “I have always wanted it to be like this. Where do you think stories of werewolves, Lycans and vampires come from? How do you think humans have these myths?” “Because they are not myths?!”

said Jimmy gesturing towards the pendant and statue. The driver’s smile became broader and more knowing. “No, these are artefacts from far older beliefs.” “Like from Atlantis and shit?” “Atlantis is a myth, these beliefs are much older than any myth.” “Doesn’t all myth start with some basis of truth?” Jimmy was really getting into this debate. It was probably the best thing he could do, under the circumstances, but it made Sam uncomfortable. Talk of ‘spirits separated from their bodies’ reminded him of Ashkan and the ruined remains of the other men.

Or suspected it at some point. “If it has never existed, why do they appear in so many myths?” I asked and I saw some council members nodding, clearly curious. Marma waved dismissively, “it’s just some story that originated from two Lycans that loved themselves so genuinely. Whenever one felt hurt, the other one would feel as much hurt and their feelings seemed to be connected. By the time one died, the other one followed.” “Because of this, people started to think that unlike humans, we had some fated partner meant for us that the moon goddess used to gift. But in truth, there’s nothing like that. Our Lycan chooses the person it wants.”