Ares Wonder Woman Novels & Stories

Her evil laugh pierced the silence, filling me with absolute dread. Ares stiffened, but he dared not speak, dared not move. None of us did. We stood frozen in place, all of us trying to decide our best course of action. Maybe I can just swallow us all into the earth and tunnel us out. “Run.” Ares’ voice was a faint whisper as he looked dead into the woman’s eyes. I was certain she had to be a witch. The powerful magic and aura around her made me believe she held potent magic.

Hers is even stronger than mine, she is okay. "Quin," my voice breaks, and my breathing gets shaky and I can tell that Ares is not doing well. "Quin, please," I beg her, "Please wake up," I place my head on my shoulders and this time I shake her more gently hoping she was hearing me. "Please," I pull her into a hug, taking her scent in. "Arthur," Ares is able to utter, "Moon goddess left her body," "No, that can't be. Queen mother said she was an original and she's one of the strongest wolves to ever live in Ezra," I argue with him, "It can't be." I shake my head.

she said with a smile. I looked at the pot in my hand. I wasn't expecting a full person to disappear on my dresser. I was expecting a voice or even some smoke like in movies. I put the pot down and looked at her. She's really a beautiful woman and according to the story of Selene the moon goddess, she's said to be a beauty. "Are you the moon goddess?" I asked ignorantly. She shook her head and smiled. " I'm Viviana, the first Luna of the werewolves world" she replied.

I shuddered in relief, turning to face her. Her once-blue eyes blazed with a golden hue, flecked with black. Her hair whipped around her in the gusts, and the sheer power emanating from her was overwhelming. "Be still!" she bellowed, and as if on command, the wind suddenly calmed. I yanked my hand away from her abruptly, my heart racing as I stuttered in disbelief. "Who are you?!" "I am the Wind Aura Bearer. I am Lady Ashley Marie Marvel!" she declared. Startled, my mouth opened agape as I stared at her. Did my mother regain her powers?!

In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of movement at the cave entry – a young woman with dark hair, her arm covered in glowing blue marks. Amara. I threw Elias off with a strong push and lunged toward the cave. But before I could reach it, a wall of blue fire exploded between us. I skidded to a stop, growling in frustration. A woman stood beside Amara, her hands raised as she kept the magical barrier. She wasn't Starborn – she was something else. A witch. I shifted back to human form, ignoring my bleeding cuts. "Amara Kings," I called out. "I'm not here to hurt you."

The man's presence was suffocating, he was radiating immese power and it made her want to hide somewhere from his gaze. "You didn't see anything." Ares said in a cold tone. "This is what you are going to say to everyone. If you disobeyed, your body will be lying next to this man." The woman nodded her head furiously. "I-I didn't saw a-anything." She repeated. Ares hummed. "You made the right decision." He said and turned to leave. Just when he was about to go from there, he heard her voice. "T-thank you" She said looking at him with fear. She knows he is not a human. He is something else, something dangerous, something lethal.

She spread her arms open and the little girl ran gleefully to her. "Maa, I heard the other children say EWE is enchanted and enchanting. Is that true? Is it really enchanting?" She curiously and impatiently asked. The woman, by name, Ares, Luna of Mooncrest Pack (a mediocre werewolf territory located at the far southwest of Elgarion) stood upright and smiled at her daughter. "Oh, Carida, you've become curious once again." She caressed the girl's cheeks and beamed at her. "Let us go home and I would tell you a story that's going to answer your question."

Why was Ares so interested in this woman, sending him to a place like this hospital? To Berry's knowledge, Ares only had purely physical relationships with women. Ares engaged briefly and without commitment only when he desired them. In their bos' mind, work occupied much more space than women. The only woman who had ever been constantly present in their bos' life and talked incessantly was his sister, Hela, who had passed away forty days ago. Even when Hela passed away, Berry witnessed how their boss destroyed many things in a fit of rage. However, lately, their boss's sorrow had diminished over the loss of Hela, and now he was focused on a woman named Keyara.

Laughter rang out from the cultists. “You do not understand,” the woman said. “This bond you cling to—it was forged in rebellion. It limits you. The Seraphim offer freedom.” Kaelen stepped forward. “You’re raising a monster.” “No,” she said. “I am the monster.” Then she lifted her hands—and the shadows came alive. Wraiths burst from the walls, screeching as they descended upon the strike team. Aria spun, slashing through one with her moonsteel blade. Varek fought back-to-back with her, each strike precise, devastating. Kaelen conjured flame from his gauntlets, lighting the chamber like a furnace.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte