Athena Ares Novels & Stories

We fit each other perfectly, we were made for each other. "I, Atlas Andino--" His full lips parted, his incredibly light eyes hard and distant. "reject you Raelynn Tress, as my mate and Luna."

Because, if they really asked for it, then Damien would spend his entire vacation just giving them all names. "Your body looks shrouded in black armor, has wings and claws, not only attack power but defensive abilities are quite good. You also have a very strong and dark killing aura. Should I name you after one of the Olympian gods in Greek mythology? What about Ares?" Damien was reminded of one of the Olympian gods, Ares. Ares is a bloodthirsty god and is the embodiment of murder. Ares rules over the means of war, assault and defense of cities, rebellion, plunder, virility, and courage.

In the north, it seems, there is a whole other chapter. “The Elderwolf embraced his new power,” he continues. “You see, it felt as if the wolf was part of him all along. And perhaps it was. Perhaps that was why he and the Moon were drawn to one another in the first place. Unfortunately, the story doesn’t end there. Because the Sun is a jealous and vengeful goddess.” I flinch. If I am honest with myself, I have had blasphemous thoughts about the Goddess of the Southlands. Usually while being made to repent for my sins by the High Priest.

Athena blinked,uninterested and continued working. “I heard you fired Elais?” “Suspend him.”I corrected. “Could you bring him back.” “No.” Athena sighs deeply. “What Is wrong with you Ares?” “I'm still an Alpha.”I said sternly “And I'm not going to debate the matter any further.” “Keep on like this and you won't have to As this pack will break down.”Athena singsonged. “I won't let it reach that far.” Her cup of matcha went to her lips and she turned her face away.

“I can see it assembling in real time. Whatever it produces, you’ll use it. But for what? For whom?” Draven didn’t answer immediately. His expression shifted, calculation, hesitation, then something almost like reluctant admiration. “For Zephyria. Maybe. Or for whatever’s left of it after this.” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “You’re more than you look, human. That Aether… It’s not normal. My brother saw it first. Now I do too.”

Athena The world is fire. Not the gentle warmth of the bond when it hums low and steady. Not the slow ache of longing that’s haunted my dreams for five years. This is something else entirely raw, violent, all consuming. An inferno tearing through everything in its path. Tristan. I feel him before I see him, before the smoke thins or the screams sharpen into meaning. His presence slams into the compound like a living force, Alpha power unleashed without restraint, without apology. It rolls through stone and steel alike, bending the air, cracking foundations.

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

We shall retrieve my master, the 'key'. Soon in their victory, he shall be with his master and he shall serve him, the Key, who is Atlas, the grandson of Travan. Eleejah is witnessing the same scene as Zivlander through the windows of the escape ship, Oberon, as it flew stealthily above Atlantis, bound for escape. Anya and her servants were all busy around her trying to manipulate the unfamiliar consoles of the unfamiliar spaceship. They had never flown a spaceship before. They are trained to tame winglies and they were use to magic technology, not pure technology, but somehow the ship has a mind of its own.

The thunder bolted again and I screamed clutching on my legs tightly. **An assassin isn't scared of anything Amphitrite, you have to be strong, brave and fierce in order to face your enemies and opponents**. Vander's words resounded in my head over and over again. I stood up and took slow steady steps towards the door and opened it widely.

She couldn't recognize where she was. She kept turning around. She cried bitterly. "Where am I?" she continued crying. "We are not through yet" Kratos appeared from nowhere. "Please, just let me get back to the Manor" she begged. She wasn't sure if the place she was standing right now was a part of the Manor. "What are you talking about?" Kratos leaned towards her. He pretended like he was confused. "We are in the Manor. The same Manor where you are the Luna" he mimicked her.