Ares Wonder Woman Novels & Stories

In his dream, he saw his younger self drowning. “werewolf tamer. werewolf tamer.” A husky and compelling female voice called. Ares swam back up and when he came to the surface, he was a grown man again. Panting he looked ahead. There was a lady standing in the sand. She was naked, her almond skin only covered by her long chestnut hair. Her eyes were a beautiful honey and stared at him intensely as he rose from the water. “You are here,” she spoke. She reached her hand out, “come here.”

“Aria… she’s calling me.” The water rose higher, twisting into a shape not a body, not a face, but a towering silhouette of liquid light. A suggestion of the goddess she once had been. Ares stepped in front of both of us, gold blazing across his shoulders. “She’s not fully awake. She’s testing. Reaching. Don’t let her pull you in.” He was right. This wasn’t the full goddess. This was the dreaming part of her stirring instinctual, hungry, searching for what she lost.

“Isn’t there another way? A safer way to save Kaiden?” “This is the only way. The surest way.” Aria’s voice held absolute certainty. The playfulness that once sparkled in her eyes was gone, now they burned with divine resolve. She stepped closer and rested her hands firmly on our shoulders. Her gaze pinned us in place. “My daughters,” her tone came low but fierce, “you doubt yourselves so deeply that you’ve forgotten who you are. You are mine. Daughters of the moon goddess. Half-goddesses yourselves. You are ten times stronger than any werewolf that walks this earth.”

Ariadne wasn't blind to the sadness her mother was currently feeling and it was the same sadness that she always saw in her eyes ever since she could remember. Zara was certainly the most beautiful woman that she had ever saw and being an immortal, she still held that title and not a single creature could compete with her. Yes, Ariadne knew that her mother wasn't just a normal human being. She acknowledged this fact a long time ago when she realised that her mother remained youthful and enchanting. Who is she to judge since she was a werewolf herself?

I proceeded to my room, in order to drop my bags and freshen up, but I abruptly stopped, as I heard the sound of whispering voices coming from the kitchen. I could recognized them to be Amber, the family's chef, and Riley, the head of the staffs. Their voices were quite low, but audible enough to be heard. I dropped my bags on the floor, and tiptoed to the direction the voices were coming from, so as to hear them clearer. "....and it so bad she is in the dark, she knows absolutely nothing about it." Amber's throaty voice crackled. "Well... She just needs to divert the energy she has been channeling into her dieing career. Things will become better for her perhaps." Riley replied, and they bo

To finish her morning routine she walked towards her room to prepare some makeup, nothing too strong, a well done skin, a simple contour, an eyelash mask and a natural color lipstick to not be too forced. Now she was completely ready, she could go to the door, her entrance time was at eight, but on the first day the indication was to arrive earlier to register the fingerprint at the entrance of the building, looking at her cell phone she could see that she got ready incredibly fast, it was seven o'clock in the morning, she put her black leather backpack on her back and finally opened the door, meeting André standing there, he was apparently going to call her and that was really nice of him,

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

Shaunica teased, though she refrained from tugging his ear as she used to. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you with a good meal," Alexander promised, not feeling the need for lengthy explanations about his past. "Alright, but introduce me to this lovely lady first," said Shaunica, eyeing Amber. "Hello, Shaunica! My name is Amber, Alexander's wife," Amber introduced herself gracefully. "Amber? Is it really you?" Shaunica exclaimed, realizing who Amber was. "You're New Chesire Group's General Manager, the Wonder Woman of Ol' Mare!"

“Damien. And he’s brought everything he has.” Aria pressed her hand over her abdomen instinctively, feeling the tiny heartbeat pulse in perfect harmony with the life-thread that connected the pack. “Then we meet him,” she whispered, determination blazing in her eyes. “Together.” The awakened women, glowing softly in the early moonlight, took positions alongside Kieran and the pack. Lena, Nyah, Victoria, and Miranda radiated energy, their golden auras pulsating in sync with Aria’s heartbeat. The apprentices and younger wolves lined the walls, ready to defend, to fight, and to protect the bond at all costs.

She stared at the woman in front of her with widened eyes. Certainly, Ashley looked very pretty, with perfect body proportion, that was something that Miss Lily knew Ashton Grey was very particular about, fair skin, flawless face and long healthy wavy brown hair. Miss Lily gaped as she realized the perfect details of Ashley. 'This woman was a perfect muse, like a goddess. She would certainly look pretty in everything,' the manager mumbled internally while covering her gaping mouth. "Is she... the Golden Ratio..." Miss Lily was about to ask about Ashley's body measurements.