Athena Ares Novels & Stories

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

King Hadrian hissed, not preferring her presence here in the slightest. She hissed back, taking a step forward, “Not before my sister and friend.” “Darius is already banished for killing Jax. Take him and get lost but Athena is my Red Huntress, she won't leave.” To his strict enunciation, Janine released a low, seductive laugh, leaning forward with a darkness surrounding her. “How hard do you think it is for me, Hadrian, to vanish Athena from your sight?” She asked temptingly, bringing her hand close to touch him but he held her wrist.

Jason shortly replied, and I went into my room and fell asleep. Athena is going to be released from the hospital today, and I'm going to pick her up together with Tyron. I told my parents don't visit her because she doesn't remember them and my mother felt so sad about it. She badly wants to see Athena, but I'm sure she will wonder why the famous actress Charrie Anderdon is visiting her.

So he only looked curiously at the outsider who had lived here most of his life and asked, “What about her?” In all of Olympus, there were only three Seers amongst the gods – Hestia, Hera and Athena. Hestia had gone missing about a decade ago when Mane had been born. Just like Athena she sought to reverse the boy’s cruel fate. Athena had been cooped up in the Olympian library, combing the archives for anything that could serve as the solution to avoiding Mane’s grim fate. The last of the three was Hera. But she wasn’t of great help either. For Ares didn’t find it an issue to imprison his own mother once he took over his father’s throne. Well, he was able to strike a killing blow at his fathe

Ares still fucking Athena’s hot mouth. “That’s our girl… our luna.” moans Ares again, his pace steadily rising as Eros continued to rub Athena’s clit from behind, cupping her already soaked pussy, drawing out subtle moans from around Ares’s cock. The sound of his phrase and increase in tempo was enough to make anyone moan, his cock thrusting deeper and faster into her while Athena’s hand continued to pleasure Eros.

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

Apollo moves forward, taking controlled steps. “I CAN’T LET YOU DO THAT, BROTHER. YOU’LL HAVE TO MOVE OVER MY DEAD BODY.” The glee that can be seen on Ares’s face is disgusting. It’s the type of thing that you see in the movies, and you don’t really believe that there are really people like this in real life. Ares is a real-life person who is truly sick. There’s no way they can get Akia away from him without a massive fight.

She had stood tall and alone, enduring the scorn with quiet resilience that few could have managed. The vision shifted seamlessly to the dense forest, revealing layers of manipulation by Selene, waves of fear, and profound loneliness. Aria had been hunted relentlessly, time and again, through shadows and threats that never seemed to end. The visions flowed without pause or mercy, each one building upon the last to paint a complete picture of her existence.

“And I will give you the thrones of the earth. Kings will bleed at your command. Armies will march to your whim. No man will ever look down on you again.” The promise of power settles beneath my skin like wildfire. For a reckless heartbeat, I imagine it: a crown heavy on my brow, the world bowing at my feet, leaving the dirt of Ida behind forever. But before I can speak, Hera steps back with a knowing, imperious smile. The warmth vanishes instantly, replaced by a sudden, piercing chill. Athena approaches. She’s beautiful in a way that makes my survival instincts scream. Sharp where Hera is soft. Deadly where Hera is seductive. Her golden armor clings tightly to a body sculpted for war, and h

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.