Greek Ares Novels & Stories

I point at the other males "Both of who?" Ares asks with raised eyebrows "Dad and him." I say "Him? This guy?" Ares cross his arms "... I have, so?" "Look at the both of them, what do you see?" I ask "I see nothing. What are you trying to say, Hermione?" Ares frowns "Hey dimwit! Stop being heady, and just take a look at the both of them!" Athena hollers from her seat "I know his entry was bad and all that, but just look at the both of them..." I say pleadingly, to Ares

(Ares POV) I entered in the pack and the guards greeted me with warm smiles. I didn’t inform anyone about my arrival because I wanted to give them a surprise. I wanted to see the waves of happiness on their faces, especially my mother’s and brother’s smiles. I happily walked towards the packhouse. I was not a bad-looking person at all. I was 5’9 with blonde hair and baby-blue eyes. Although, I have a well-built body but on the leaner side. I have a narrow waist and a fair complexion. My brother Rowan was a bit different than me as he was quite a looker. He has 6’3 height with light blue eyes but a tan complexion. His hair was dirty brown just like my father's. He was the favorite son of my f

I challenged with a mocking wink! "Ares: he was a Greek god of war! That is where your name comes from! And take it from someone who has met the arrogant son of a bitch! He would not be impressed by a weakling like you!" I provoked, already knowing Ares, like his namesake, was vain and didn't like to be heckled. Something he would need to work on if he were to be of value to me!

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.

However, I am certain that he felt no negative feelings for us. “It's nothing, Luna Emerald. As the head of the warriors, the protector of the pack, it is my duty to save everyone when their life is in danger and that includes you. I am willing to sacrifice my life for the betterment of somebody.” Ares replied. I couldn't help but smile upon hearing his response. Just like Levi, Ares has a kind heart as well. He's willing to do everything he could to save someone and most of all, he never thinks twice of doing it.

Although I had never told the old priestess the details of my entanglement with the God of War, Pythia, who had lived for so long, had already guessed the general story from my broken state. The old priestess turned her head and, with eyes that had seen through the life and death of the mortal world yet remained resilient, stared directly into Aresios's soul. Aresios saw his own reflection clearly in her gaze: a face wracked with pain and regret, so pathetic that he could not utter a single word in his own defense. His throat worked, as if filled with coarse sand. With all the strength of a war god, he could only force out a single, broken word.

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?'

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.”