Ares Wonder Woman Novels & Stories

she said, flaring her nostrils. “How can we trust you?” Gamma Nash asked. “Well. My leader’s name is Zeve. She has a strange red Katana that turns into seven fairies. All of them have sun tattoos on their wings and… and… oh boy! I shouldn’t have revealed so much…” Aria covered her mouth with her hands. “We can trust her,” I said. “I would have trusted her even if she was lying because I don’t want to miss any chance now. Gamma Nash, please take care of the pack. I am going to Phantoria right now.”

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

Ares asked in husky voice and the girl smirked. "I am Amelia Lewis." The girl introduced herself and extended her hand for a shake. Ares stared at her hand but didn't hand shake with her but he introduced himself. "Ares Walker." Ares said blankly. Amelia took her hand back and took another sip from her wine. "Do you want to me to accompany you for tonight?" Amelia asked and Ares smirked. "Sorry. But I don't use thoes thing which was used by Zeus Allen." Ares said.

It had been almost ten hours since I sent out the mission, yet I had received no response. The reason I was at the hut was because of Winter. Damien and Daniel planned to attack the Moonstone pack again, but Winter posed a more significant threat to everyone than the seer who had rescued them. I learned from the sorcerer that Winter was part of the "aura circle," She was the seventh power wielder after Luna Ashley lost hers during childbirth. The aura circle consisted of powerful women with a Crescent moon-shaped mark on their collarbone, signifying that the goddess blessed them and it originated from Luna Ashley's household. I didn't care how the blessing came to be; I only wanted to know h

Ruth's POV: As we celebrated our victory over Arden, a mysterious person emerged from the shadows. Dressed in long, flowing robes, with eyes that seemed to hold ancient wisdom, she introduced herself as Ariana. "I've been waiting for you, Ruth," Ariana said, her voice low and mystical. "You're more than just a powerful werewolf. You're the key to unlocking an ancient prophecy." Ariana handed me a worn, leather-bound book. The cover was adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light.

The air shimmered with energy, tension, and the scent of battle. Aria’s magic flared, instinct guiding her fingers, her wolf twisting beneath her skin, coiling and leaping forward in anticipation. She cast shields and deflecting wards, sending back bolts of energy, snaring attacking wolves in constricting arcs of silver light. Every spell, every movement was deliberate, guided by her instinct, her experience, and the coiled power of the Omega Queen awakening within her.

“This is Beta Marcus, Delta Charles, and Gamma Jackson.” The first woman, soft-spoken but confident, dipped her head. “I’m Athena, and this is my sister, Amore. We’re honored to assist however we can. Once we’re settled, we’ll start with protective wards—they’ll act as an alarm system. We can even link you to them so you’ll sense if they’re triggered.” Her eyes kept flicking toward Marcus, while Amore’s gaze lingered on Jackson. “It’s wonderful to meet you,” I said, glancing between them. “And I think that’s a great plan.” I smirked. “Though I’m guessing you’ve already noticed… something.”

I hope I have the strength to see this through because I didn’t want to be the rejected Luna he came to anytime he felt like. I wanted to be Me. Ariana Volkstane, a powerful she-wolf and a renowned restless spirit therapy expert.

she said, “you have a choice. You can keep pushing this as a war of pride, and I’ll answer you as one. Or you can leave Nico alone and walk away with more dignity than your son had sense.” Ares’s eyes narrowed. He hated the wording. He hated that she wasn’t afraid to use it. And most of all, he hated that she was right enough to matter. His gaze shifted briefly—past her, over the open water, to the waiting horizon. Not looking for escape. Looking for scale. Looking for the shape of the world around the problem. That was when he began to really see her. Not just the vampire. Not just the blood wizard. Not just the war wizard with the charged jacket and the dangerous blade.

Grandfather Drell had died about three hundred years ago, but she never bonded with another. For the witches – There would be Janina, Hesthes, Astrid, Coralynn, and Crystal. Mystra, Fyst, and Noriel were also slated to join us. An arm snaked around my waist, and a mouth was placed next to my ear. “You’re a superwoman. I’ve always admired your ability to get shit done. No idea how in the fuck you do it all, but you did a great job, babe.”