Greek Ares Novels & Stories

I don’t want to come over as a jealous Beta. I saw her hurt when she came out of the car. I couldn’t make eye contact with Ares watching every move. I know she knows he’s possessive. But trust me, if you look up possessive in the dictionary, it would say Ares. But then again, he is the reincarnation of the god of war, or is the god of war. Aach my head.

Just raw, brutal facts. I lick my lips as I set the fork down carefully, my fingers trembling just a little. “I know,” I sigh. Ares pushes off the counter, moving closer, hands braced on the island across from me. “No,” he says, voice rough. “I don’t think you do, bambina. You jumped into a pool, fully clothed, intoxicated, in the middle of the goddamn night. If I hadn’t heard you...if I hadn’t found you—” He breaks off, jaw grinding like it physically pains him to finish the sentence. “You wouldn’t be sitting here right now. Do you understand that?”

Zayne protested, “I’m a Severe. When did I become an Ares?” Gale responded, “You’re the Ares family’s son-in-law, so you’re regarded as half an Ares. I’ll treasure any Tom, Dick, or Harry that’s a part of the Ares family, not just someone who’s half an Ares.” Only then did Zayne become more relieved. Sir Ares looked at Gale. Although this child had many secrets, he was also filled with righteousness. Gale’s eyes were like bright stars that were overlooking distant mountains. They had a captivating charm, but they also contained evil influence.

As for Juliana and Hawk, the two of them were instantly stunned on the spot. They were not sure how to act. In their minds, Ares, who should be backing them and standing up for them, did come. However, they were not expecting the first thing he did after showing up was to bow and apologize. That… They really did not know how to process it. Ares was not just some ordinary man, after all. He was one of the Seven Predecessors of Grand City!

I didn’t want to rile him up, but it wasn’t in my nature to stand by while someone acted like an arrogant arse – especially if it was the expense of someone else, Omega or not. “Everyone matters,” I said after a beat. Ares sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he whispered, with a roll of his eyes, before he stood up straight and nodded to the Omega. He was a frail looking thing, as thin as Luezza, his white skin so pale I doubted he’d ever seen sunlight. Lank blonde hair hung down to his neck and wide, pale eyes shot between Ares and I as if he couldn’t decide which of us presented the bigger threat.

I didn't expect to see a witch amid the werewolves there where you're bred. "You're not a wolf." "My father was a wolf." "I'm sorry about that…You're the only synergist I have seen in a while." "Call me Ares." Ares is like a god whose name is Greek. It must be that he belonged to the pack, maybe a rogue that has earned his place within the pack. If that is true then I still have got chances to establish myself only that my circumstances were way too complicated than I could say. "Thanks even if I didn't get to bear the dinner as we agreed." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I hate that I have to be the one to break my words but I didn't know if I hate it or if it's just become a forebodi

Honestly, none of this is going to plan, so it could go either way. Anyway… what’s so funny is that this is where the proverbial pen is mightier than the actual sword. If there’s one thing I learned from all the tales about Greek mythology I read while I was bedridden, it’s that Ares hates to be ridiculed. He’s a hothead and easily goaded. I don’t think he’s all that smart either. Just strong and fearless... Is being dumb the same as being fearless? I don’t know. Something to think about if I survive this, I guess?

Ares displayed some signs of discomfort, and as soon as I realized that my treasured new friend was the one who had caused it, I took immediate action to alleviate his suffering. Ares was about to lash out at him with his vengeful glares, which indicated that he was about to become angry. Ares was getting ready to lash out at him with his vengeful glares. Ares was holding his hands as I spoke to him while I looked at him and said, "See... he didn't mean to bump with you." Ares was holding his hands. Because he lacked a compassionate and sensitive nature, Ares's cursing was severe and nasty. It makes no difference to me; do you even know who I am?

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.

"My relationship with my family is completely ruined. It's just... you are always so gentle and sweet with me, Ares. But then, in a split second, you become so terrifying to other people. It really throws me off. It’s almost like you're two completely different men trapped in one body." Ares briefly took his eyes off the road, a soft, incredibly tender smile gracing his lips as he looked at me. "I am only gentle with you because you are the most special person in my life, sweetheart. But make no mistake—I will become as fierce as I need to be the moment someone tries to hurt you. You are my wife, after all. Protecting you is my job." A soft warmth bloomed in my chest. "That is the sweetest t