Dios Griego Ares Novels & Stories

Chris’s expression remained impassive, but the slightest dip of his chin prompted me to continue. “So from that perspective, couldn’t you imagine all the different iterations of Ares—the second son of the Moon Goddess, the founder of Moonstone pack, and the human god of war—as equally real versions of the same fundamental idea? Like the beliefs and feelings and experiences and cultural identities of everyone who worshiped and prayed to him gave simultaneous rise to all of his various forms?” Recognition filled the green depths of Chris’s eyes as realization appeared to dawn on him. He opened his mouth, then shut it again, sitting silently for a long moment. I had clearly given the man plenty

I was just checking out the necklace and maybe his biceps, and I might have checked his chest a little. Ok! Fine! But just a little bit! Ares was handsome, there was no doubt about that. He was like a Greek god that had stepped out of the pages of a fantasy book in all his glory and charisma. His hair was black and his eyes were blue and filled with so many mysteries, and untold secrets. It was like they were roaring waves, splashing against each other but his face didn't betray any emotions he might have been feeling. I wondered if Ares was still looking at me. He must think I was a huge distraction, taking up space in his room while he was forced to keep my chained here because he didn't t

A man cladded from head-to-toe in shiny golden armour rides on the beast’s back. The armour glints as he unsheathes his massive broadsword, and with a ululating war cry that makes me question my stance on this war, he charges into the fray. I don’t need to guess who he is; I know who he is; by his war cry, and he’s terrifying. Ares is riding out to battle to aid his brother Zeus.

He swallowed thickly, so loudly that I could hear his throat working even with my damaged hearing. “We need this truce,” repeated Dad, “but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to move against you.” My heart stilled. My breath froze in my lungs. That was as good as declaring war. “I won’t hurt her,” Ares breathed. “I have made mistakes in the past, but… Haile is everything I have ever dreamed of. At first, I questioned why the Moon Goddess had chosen us for one another. But the more I know her, the more I understand. She is perfect for me.”

He grabs my arm swiftly and for a second, my breath hitched up. “What really is going on?! You won’t tell me and Helios won’t tell me either." Ares groans, ruffling his hair with his hands “Are you Fairy Circe? Circe is your middle name, right? Dad did mention it!” “Leave me alone, Ares! Your question is past one question!” I exclaim “Not like you answered any!” He hollers back I turn to look at Athena and Adonis, who had suddenly gone quiet “What? You two don’t have anything to say?!”

His only thought was to get to me, to protect me at all costs. As he finished his story, the priest's eyes reddened. He lamented that he did not know what past I shared with this god, but he could see that the God of War loved me enough to die for me. At that thought, a self-mocking smile touched my lips. It was undeniable. Aresios truly loved me, both in our past on Olympus and in this deadly chaos storm. But that did not stop him from sleeping with another goddess, having children with her, and swearing a divine oath to her by the River Styx, only to turn around and lie to me, asking me to wait for him a little longer.

Her father led Athena to the altar, and she stood next to him. “Take care of her boy. You know who I am. If you dare hurt her. I will have your head,” Damien warned Azazel, and the man nodded. “Yes. Sir,” he agreed like a little boy. Cleon stood next to her dad. “Don’t you dare hurt my, Theia,” he glared at the man, and Azazel inched closer to Cleon.

APOLLO woke up and stretch his self. His eyes darted to the particular place where he recognize two figures sitting on the bench with grocery bags. He brushed his teeth and went outside to help, but he rushed when he saw persephone was unconscious. "What happen to her?" He asked to the lady who is beside persephone artemis. He doesn't know what happen to him, but when he see her, he unconsciously feel pain within. A pain that he can't explain. She look at him in the eyes. He can sense longing was written all over her face. He doesn't know her so as she. He chose to ignore whatever it is and decided to be mean to her.

They were giving the center of the courtyard a wide berth, so I pushed my way forward to find out what was going on there. The sight that met my eyes made me freeze in my tracks. Ares was lying on the ground, bleeding from everywhere I could see. His father stood over him, glaring down with hands covered in blood. 'Congratulations, Marilia,' a voice in my head whispered. 'Did you not say that his father wouldn't hurt him?'

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.