Kratos Ares Quote Novels & Stories

Aristo answered. "I see... I understand the situation now." Alfonso said and sat down on the ground, Dovey also did that. "What's our plan against Socrates and Aressa?" Alexis asked. "Aressa? Who's that?" – Yuko. "Uncle Josh told me that the girl who stab brother is Aressa – the Goddess of Destruction." Alexis introduce her. "He also told me that Gregor must be the one who resurrect Socrates from death because mom already killed him before." She added.

Trying to dig some thoughts, Ares spoke again. "I don't care whether it's from the Palace or from overseas. If they attempt to mess up the City, I will gladly return the favor to them." Ares made a remark while wiping his lips with the table cloth. If there's one thing I've learned about Ares, it's that he has a magnificent way of looking after what he owns. He's harsh and fiercely possessive of his belongings. Back in the City, Liam would tell me tales about him and Ares. He would travel seas to capture every bolt of lightning that struck his family or his people. I was astounded by what I had heard about him. He exudes an air commensurate with his might. It's no surprise that everyone has

Jake commented quietly. “Yet, I can’t say I blame her,” Ares followed Jake back to the car hating how Miklos’ men were escorting him as if he were a crazed lunatic. “Nope. I’ve never seen you get so unraveled over a woman,” Jake repeated for what felt like the millionth time over the last month. “You’ve lost your marbles.” “It’s killing me how she hates me,” Ares admitted. He looked to the water in the distance and then looked to the guards who had resumed their post at the end of the driveway.

It was a live camera. Ares sat in the back of a moving luxury vehicle, the passing city lights casting long, wintery shadows across his face. He wasn't looking at his phone or a tablet. He was looking directly into the lens, his dark eyes boring straight through the screen, straight into my soul. He didn't look angry. He looked entirely amused. "You have a terrible habit of looking where you don't belong, Clara," Ares said, his voice echoing through the empty, red-lit office. He leaned forward, his face filling the screen. "Stay right there. We need to talk about your price."

“He sent me back to my father. I’m done for. I’m going to die. God this is so messed up.” Ares exhales shakily and my guess is that he’s having his own session of an emotional breakdown. I hate myself for being the reason he cries most of the time. “I’ll make some connections and get you out.” He finally breathes out and I chuckle. “Take your time, Ares, no rush. Father is a very powerful man and we can’t succeed without actually making a well thought out plan. I can hold my own, you take your time and make us some dirty money.” I jokingly declare in an attempt to lighten up the mood and it does work.

I know that right now, Ares is also planning a more devious plan that can endanger not only Dana but also Drake’s mom. I know that it sounded like Ares is an evil person, but let me tell you this. He is an evil person and I am not even exaggerating this. I have seen it several times. The way his eyes shine whenever he makes a kill or the way his eyes smile whenever he makes someone suffer. But because his position was higher than ours there wasn’t really anything that we can do about it. Don’t get us wrong because we have tried several times to show everyone how evil he is but he always gets away with it.

How could Mr. Ares let the hacker who ruined the Ares’ internal server go scot-free? “I need to rebuild the Ares defense systems,” said Jay after a long pause. Grayson was shocked. That did not sound like Mr. Ares at all. Against an enemy, Mr. Ares would usually kill one to serve as a warning to the others. This time, however, he would personally enhance the defense systems of the Ares network even with his body like this?

His thumb stroked the skin there in a way that reminded me I wasn't alone in this mess. "He’s going to feel a lot more than this, Beautiful," Ares chimed in, stepping over the lifeless body of a guard. He wiped a spray of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, something lethal flickering behind his eyes. "By the time we’re done, the name Graves won't be a legacy. It’ll be a warning." Atlas was already barking orders into his headset. He was coordinating the cranes and the secondary transport ships that were emerging from the fog.

That’s right, you ugly divine cockroach. Come here. Aria grabs my wrist, panicked. “Clara, no ” I snap the grip with a surge of lightning. “It wants the strongest signal, Aria. Ares is the anchor. you are the core. I’m the storm.” “A storm isn’t stronger than a core,” Aria gasps. “It is,” I say, stepping forward, “if I make it wild enough.” The fragment screeches and dives toward me. Ares roars, golden light bursting from him in frantic, broken arcs. “Clara stop “

"That I'm not enough. That one day you'll wake up and realize you made a mistake binding yourself to someone as broken as me." "Your turn," I said, my voice barely audible. Ares was quiet for a moment. Then: "That I'll fail you. That when you need me most, I won't be strong enough to protect you. That you'll die because I wasn't good enough." I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with such raw vulnerability that it made my chest ache. "We're both idiots," I said. He laughed, the sound rough and unexpected. "Apparently." "Okay." I reached for the knife, my hand steadier now. "Let's do this before I lose my nerve."