Dios Griego Ares Novels & Stories

Poseidon’s attention had always been a problem in itself—he had a weakness for things that did not belong in his world and somehow made it better. Celeste had that same impossible gravity. But Dacia had been a spark. Celeste was a storm. Ares took one slow breath. Then another. And in that measured pause, his fury shifted shape. Not less. Just more complicated. “You remind me of her,” he said. Celeste didn’t answer. Let him continue. “Dacia was not meant to matter the way she did,” Ares said. “And yet she did.” His eyes narrowed, not softening, but becoming more precise. “Poseidon chose wisely—or badly, depending on who you ask.”

“This goes several millennia ago when humans first came to be. Apart from animals and your flora and fauna, the earth was also inhibited by beings called the ‘Old Gods‘.“ “Old Gods?“ “Yes, the old Gods, or what mythology calls the Titans & Olympians. You have surely heard of them, Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, and the list goes on. These Old Gods were deities of unique elements that represent nature and life, like Poseidon was the God of Sea, Ares was the God of War, and of course, Zeus was the chief deity amongst them, the God of Sky and the atmosphere.“ My head is going to burst. I can’t believe we are talking about Gods & Goddesses. I want to believe Avo, but can this all be true? But one look at

My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.

Thank God for that. "Who even was that?" Her arms raised at her sides into a sign of agitation before she slapped her palms against her thighs, referring to that weird gamer guy that they had just visited. The "god on duty". Nicholas turned around to face her, pensively regarding her for a moment before answering. "Ares. He's the god of-" "I know who Ares is, I've studied greek mythology," she rudely retorted before he could even finish that sentence. His brow raised.

He places an arm around my shoulder and cuddles me to his side. I gladly snuggle up to him. He points to the fountain just outside the terrace, directly in our line of sight, and I realize that’s what he’d been staring at. A marble statue of a muscled man donning a shield and a spear sits at the center of the fountain. The expression on is face is filled with wrath. With divine vengeance. And something about the way he grips the spear seems almost god-like. Ares. The Greek god of war. Suddenly, the sunset that has turned the fountain water golden makes it look like blood flowing in rivulets out of coffers.

Due to this silence, we could here Hades on the other line. (I am on my way there. With him.) Manong Tinyong looked at us and all at once, our eyes widened. A-A-Agape's D-Dad? "Y-You mean... M-Master A-Ares?" Ares? So, that was his name. He was named after a Greek God. Of war (Yes---) We didn't hear his next words when another phone rang. This time it was Rampage's who's been silent all this time. He looked calm but I know thunderstorms are happening inside him. I can tell because I can see it in his eyes.

Alexis is happy to see someone in the house who's smiling. "I'm Ares – the fifth son. Are you interested with Greek Mythology?" He asked. "I know some but I don't know most of it." Alexis answered. "Aw... But that's fine. If you want to know more, just ask me then I'll tell you everything about it." He stated then Alexis nodded. "Sure." She answered. "If you need books about it, you can ask me then I'll give you books about it." Ares added.

And then— Something clicked. His expression changed. Subtly. Sharply. “…You remind me of someone,” he said. Celeste didn’t react. But the crowns in her chest stirred faintly. “Queen Dacia,” Ares said. The name carried history. Weight. Memory. The ocean responded immediately—just a slight swell, but enough to confirm the connection. Ares’s eyes narrowed further. “Poseidon had a habit,” he said slowly, “of favoring things that weren’t supposed to matter.”

He got to live without it, always following him like a shadow. "Exactly." I nodded, finishing my drink. "You aren't looking at it the same way as I am, Androkles." he sighed. "And how are you looking at it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Born of lightning, we know that part is referring to being the son of Nikos." He began his breakdown. "A destroyer emerges. That could just be speaking that you would become Ares. As God of War, he is often seen as a destroyer." He pointed out that I'm finding it hard to argue with the logic.

Hopefully, she asked, "Did Grandpa send you to save me? He did, didn't he?" "To save a monster like you?" The man, clad in a black coat and mask, narrowed his eyes and chuckled derisively. "I'm not so low as to do that." Zoe's hope turned to terror as she stared at him, trembling. "Who… Who are you?" she stammered. "Me?" Leaning closer with an overbearing gaze, the man identified himself, "Me? I am Ares, the son of Zeus and Hera. I am here to serve justice."