Athena Ares Novels & Stories

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

"Ares, step back. The maids need to change her." Ares hesitated, his fingers lingering on Kianna’s hand. He wanted to do it—he wanted to be the one to care for her, to be the one to hold her—but he saw the steel in his mother’s eyes. He retreated, his shoulders slumped as he allowed the staff to work.

I shrugged. House Zeus was never a happy place during my father’s rule. He changed wives too often and was never kind to them. So, they were never happy. And it reflected in the mood of the House. Growing up without a Lady of the House took its toll on more than just me. House Zeus, of course, changed when Dio took over. Even though Kallisto is Lady Athena, the fact that they have a happy marriage strengthens the morale in both their Houses. I’m hoping that seeing me and Ismene-Eirene united will help to improve the morale of House Ares.

Athena, goddess of wisdom, appeared now, her face in a deep scowl with an helmet and battle armour on her body. The spear suddenly disappeared out of Artemis' hands and materialized in hers as she stared daggers at Persephone. "Why did you stop it?"

Athena has been repeatedly trying to call her boyfriend on his cellphone, but she cannot reach him. She has been standing outside the automobile shop where she works while continuously attempting to contact him. They had an agreement that he would pick her up after her work, and then they would have dinner together because it was their second anniversary as a couple. "Oh, Athena, you're still here. I thought you had already gone home," Morgan approached Athena after a while, glancing around. "Where's Egon?" Morgan asked Athena. Athena and Morgan are close friends who both work at an automobile shop.

However, he has face timed every night to see and I quote ‘his girls’. A squeal brings me out of my thoughts as I look over my laptop to see what Athena is doing. She is in her bouncy chair, kicking her little legs at the toys that dangle in front of her. Her beautiful blue eyes look at me. Those eyes feel like they are staring into my very soul. Athena really suits her name sake. The Goddess of wisdom and warfare. She has been here before in another life. Her eyes hold so much wisdom and I know she will make an amazing and just Luna when she is older.

Hades said so Athena immediately flared up. "What? As if we don't look alike! If I look like one then you are too," Athena said. She even rolled her eyes at him. Both of them look at each other with annoyance. Zelo and I called their names together. They look like cats and dogs who can't stop fighting.

She was all mine. “Welcome, esteemed guests,” Ares said. Athena must have added her aura to hers. She exuded a regal authority. The music died down as they listened to her. “Tonight, we have gathered you here not only to Celebrate our coronation, but also to announce two things. One, I am the daughter of the late King Zaliver and Queen Eva. Two, we have taken out the usurper, Damon.” The crowd released a low gasp of surprise at that.

“How about you pursue her, Quinton? If you’re successful, she’ll have to listen to you no matter how capable she is.” Quinton’s gaze fell on Andy’s valiant expression, and his face was filled with contempt. “Who the f*ck would be interested in that tomboy? Besides, isn’t she Jenson’s girlfriend?” “Hehe, do you truly believe that she’s Jenson’s girlfriend? Her name is Andy Ares,” said Timothy. Quinton glanced at Andy again, a faint light glowing in the depths of his eyes. It was so faint that it was incomprehensible. Andy Ares? A daughter of the Ares family?

Athena sobbed “ What did I do to offend the moon goddess? Why… why give me a mate who can’t even see me. Who abandoned me for another right in front of me.” Mara’s weathered hands rubbed her back in slow and soothing circles. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” She says gently “She sees what we cannot. She knows what we are to become.” “But it hurts.” Athena cried “… it hurts so much.” “I know my sweet girl. I know.” And with Mara’s arms wrapped around her, Athena drifted into a restless sleep. —————— The room was quiet, lit by the soft evening sun pouring through the gauzy curtains. Helena lay on the bed, her long brown hair braided neatly, her wounds almost healed.