Greek Ares Novels & Stories

Ares said to her daughter, "but did you know that Ares, Selene, and Zeus are gods and goddesses in Greek mythology?" She smiled when she noticed Astraea's interest in Greek mythology. It was because she sat in front of Ares while in an Indian seat. "Your Aunt Selene is the goddess of the Moon, while your Uncle Ares is the god of war, and your Daddy Zeus is the god of the sky. That's why I really thought your name was connected to your daddy, " Ares said while looking at Astraea. She got it now, so Zues is the god of the sky, and stars are in the sky, and Astraea is often referred to as the "star goddess", so Ares thought that.

As soon as I walked out, Ares gave me a thorough once-over from head to toe. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yeah, let's go," I invited him, and he quickly followed. "It seems like you're in a hurry to walk, huh?" I praised him when I noticed how fast he walked. He must be quite skilled by now. We should probably have that checked tomorrow to make sure everything is in order. Ares and I went straight to the garage and got into his car. Of course, as usual, I was the one driving because I was still his driver. I was grateful there wasn't much traffic on the way, so I could drive quickly to reach the venue.

​"What does that mean?" ​"It means," Ares said, leaning down until his forehead touched mine, "that a dog that has been whipped that hard doesn't run to a new master unless he is told to. He is a Trojan horse, Yara. And I will not let him open the gates." ​The Healer’s Wing was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the wind against the high windows. ​I had left Ares in the War Room, pouring over maps of the border, doubling the patrols. He was in his element—preparing for war.

Another part of him was fighting that fact, and losing badly. Ares was the least guarded of all. I could feel him through Lukas as I always could, that massive obsidian presence. Right now, he was not the controlled, predatory force he usually was. He was rawer than that. He wanted very badly to know the answer and was doing a poor job of pretending otherwise. I reached for Athena.

Betrayal… Jealousy? I thought I was Daniel's only errand boy. Being bullied by Daniel meant you were special because he didn't just bully anyone. And now, there was someone else. Someone more handsome. Beautiful. I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't even notice Daniel come to the door. "Give Ares the basket, I have something else for you to do." Daniel's voice jerked me back to reality but before I could move, Ares dragged the basket off my hands. "Ares". He even has the name of a Greek god. Very fitting.

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

The military officer went to Zayn and declared respectfully, “Sergeant Larson, good evening. Ares expresses his wish to meet you.” The name “Ares” immediately sent Jack into a spiral of panic. He froze, his mind blown. No career military man would express obliviousness to the name, and he was no different. Ares was the peerless, untouchable, almost god-like champion who lorded over the entire Rheasian army. He was one of Rheasia’s core figures… And now, this legendary name had deployed his captain and ten other more just to invite the guy he almost punched. Who the hell was this guy? Who was he?!

Luckily. Ares must have lost her mind to think of us shifting right in the middle of a crowded place. A silent battlefield disguised with talks of peace and unity among our packs. Gratefully neither the alpha nor anyone at all seemed to notice. Ares peered at the enchanting specimen before us once again. ‘I doubt he isn’t a Greek god. Look at his muscles, his jaw, his wide rock-hard looking chest’ Ares pointed out with a breathy whisper. I mentally rolled my eyes and tried ripping my eyes away from his piercing ones.

Ares stopped on his track and turned to face Zeus and said sternly "Thanks for thinking about me but I don't need your pity. I will wait for tomorrow to see which hell will you create for me. Try something new because I became bore with your daily games." Ares yawned. He checked the time. It's already 12am. "Oh. It's become midnight. I am very tried and sleepy. Good night darling. Go to sleep early or you will late tomorrow. Bye bye baby. Good night. Have a sweet dream." Ares waved his hand at Zeus and went to his room. He took a quick shower and retired to bed. He fell asleep immediately. It's a long day for him. On the other hand

Athena dragged Azazel away to a small corner. “Did you do this?” Athena and Azazel stood in a small space, her body close to his. The swell of her boobs was so visible that he had the urge to crush them under his chest. This time, happiness hazed over her pretty face. He was eating her with his eyes, running his hand through her hair. Athena wasn’t a fool, him asking about her parents in Greece, and now them showing up. This isn’t a coincidence. Azazel smirked, “Will I get a present if I say I did?” He leaned forward, and Athena shook her head, placing her hands on his chest, asking him to stop.