Ares Wonder Woman Novels & Stories

This was Czar's scene but as the girl crawled forward and into the light and locked eyes with Ares, he didn't register when his legs walked him forward. His breath hitched as he stared into her green eyes, hypnotized. Ares was sure he must've been hypnotized because one minute he was standing behind her cell, and the next minute he was opening up her cell and walking towards her. He squatted by her side and moved her white hair behind her ears so he could see more of her face. "What's your name?" Ares couldn't help but ask, she was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. He didn't know what was happening or why he was doing what he was doing, he just did what his body told him to.

Ares said while eating cake. "Really Uncle Ares?" Astraea said with amusement in her eyes. "Yes, she is the virgin goddess of justice, innocence, purity, and precision, and her symbol is the star. And her power is to empower our ability to fight a good fight in both word and deed, especially when we feel inadequate to the task. "Astraea clapped when she heard what Ares said.

This image she recognized. The image was named Woodland Witch. An older woman with long gray hair dressed in a gown looking to be made of leaves and holding in her hand a staff of twisted wood stared back at her with piercing grey eyes. This was the most serious looking of the sisters and also labeled the youngest, though this was hard to tell by the weathered look of the woman. This image was the one plaguing her memories. Aria was sure this was the woman responsible for her life as a wolf for however long she could remember. Aria moved her eyes down to the text,

It was a revelation that left her spellbound. Astrid's journey through the pages began with the Werewolves, the very first Supernatural creatures, conceived by the Moon goddess Serene, whose celestial name is Luna. Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past.

The woman asked Jasmine wondered why she had asked the question. "Yes we are" Ariana answered She pointed at Jabal. "You're a wizard too". Jabal only nodded. He wasn't sure if it was a question or just a sentence. "You're a werewolf?" she asked Jamal. He nodded. She sniffed the air. "I can see more than one werewolf here". She walked closer to them. She made to touch Ariana but she moved back. "I'm not hurting you. Just want to touch your hair". Ariana sighed. She wasn't sure if she was making the right decision by allowing the woman to touch her hair. But she was sure if anything goes wrong, she had the rest to watch her back. The woman placed her hand on Ariana's black hair and it changed

————————————— “You protected me with your life. Who are you really?” Ares slowly caressed the cheeks of the woman who was sleeping peacefully like an angel. Even in her sleep, she is still wearing a face that can tame all the beast. That’s right. Because even him, he knows exactly what is going on inside him. He is bothered by her presence. He has always wanted to see her face lately. However, things were messed up, and he had to hold back, or else everything he treasured and worked will crumble into pieces. Now is when he didn’t want to be weak— because he never was and never will be one in the future.

Aeron just shrugged at her. “Well, you don’t need to order every member of our pack and kill them just to find out who she is. I know her,” Aeron said with a creepy smile on his face. “Who the freaking hell was she?” Leah gnarled at him – her wolf was at the edge. “It was the girl who actually saved me and put me into the spotlight of humiliation during the prisoner’s trial. Tyra Amaris. Now, a servant Omega in the Lunar Pack of the Western Side.” Aeron slowly answered and gently brushed his lower lip with his tongue.

Liara asked, knowing that no one could hear their conversation. "You look like a witch." He responded, widening Liara’s eyes. What kind of compliment was that? "I mean, from the moment my eyes landed on you. I can’t see anything else," he explained, pressing his lips on her hair. "Fucking enchantress!!" Liara smiled at his weird compliment. At first, the witch then became an enchantress. The Enchantress was a supervillain appearing in American comic books published by DC Comics. She couldn’t understand whether he was trying to impress her or insult her.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

I’ve learned something new about her today. “It’s Natalia! She’s walking out of the building and she’s getting into a taxi again. Should we follow her or should we investigate the apartment complex?” Aira asked frantically. I looked at the mirror and I noticed that she became more disheveled when she walked out of there. Did something happen? Did she argue with someone? Could it be that she was arguing with Amelia? I was completely blank and I couldn’t think of what to do until Aira held onto my arm and started shaking vigorously.