Kratos Kill Ares Novels & Stories

Ashton slammed his body straight through the heavy oak doors of the central spire, bursting into the Headmaster's private gallery without knocking, gasping for air as three senior guard captains turned toward him with drawn daggers. "Alpha!" Ashton screamed, dropping to his knees on the rug, his glasses hanging off one ear, tears freezing on his cheeks. "Alpha Roderic! It's Zavier! Konner cut his line on the north fissure. Now Zavier's hanging over the glacier drop!" The gallery went dead silent for a fraction of a second. Franz, who followed after him, stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Recruit, you broke protocol..." Roderic didn't let him finish.

"They're going to use her to get to you." Androkles nodded, his expression a mask of cold, controlled rage. "Eliminating her would emotionally destabilize me before my ascension to Ares. It would prove that I am weak and that my attachments are a liability. It would be a lesson, a reminder that I am not my own man, but a weapon to be wielded by House Ares." He looked at me then, his eyes filled with a pain so profound it took my breath away. "They're not just going to kill her, Hypatos. They're going to destroy me. And they're going to use my love for her to do it."

If only he knew, he will never reject Agape in everything she will ask. "Zagreus Kirby Stravos and Melinoe Kirstell Stravos. That will be their names. Now, leave me alone. I don't need anyone." She said before laying down to her bed and closed her eyes. His shoulders fell as he hopelessly amble out her room. Hades gave him a hug and let him cry. "Everything's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay, My Lord." He comforted. But Areszo doubt if it will be. Not unless he could give Rampage Kirk to her back. But that will be impossible already for he was dead.

Aeris’s scream shook the air like thunder. The bond in his chest shattered wide open. Not with pain. With fury. Raw, white-hot rage. The glowing chains snapped. Silver light burst free,not warm gold, but cold fire. Blinding, fierce. A shockwave exploded outward. The five Alphas flew back,slammed into trees, bones cracking. They hit the dirt, limp and still. Dead or unconscious. Aeris didn’t care. He crawled forward. The marks were gone. He could move. But Killian faded fast.

And trust was dangerous in a city like this—but it was worth it. The first signs of morning light spilled into the room, painting the walls gold and gray. Aire closed her notebook and looked at Dee. “We start tomorrow. Streets don’t sleep, and neither do we.” Dee nodded. “Then we make them remember why the streets fear fire.” Aire smiled, a mixture of thrill and determination lighting her features. For the first time since her rebirth, she felt fully alive—not just surviving, but commanding her fate. Trevon would learn that the girl he tried to kill was gone. In her place stood someone stronger, smarter, and untouchable.

The room remained quiet until he mentioned that the supply was extremely limited, as the last two trucks bringing in the immunizer had been hijacked. “If supply is limited why not allocate the first shots to all Alphas and Lunas?” one Alpha Tate Argued “And what good is an Alpha and Luna without people to rule? I say we save the people first” another Luna Stella countered. “The very same people we will be protecting with our lives? You must be insane” A different Alpha Parker shot back

If only stare can kill, I know Drake is already dead now. “Alpha Ares, our pleasure to meet you here.” Drake bowed his head down to pay respect towards the alpha, while I stayed in my position. I have no reason to respect him, and I am lucky because Ares didn't mind what I did. “Just don't forget about the condition that we talked about earlier, Drake. You already know the consequences of it once you fail to do it.” My mouth widened in shock. Ares and the rest of his allies were about to pass us when I spoke up.

Glass fractured instantly, spiderweb cracks spreading before pieces shattered and fell, scattering across the floor. Pain shot through his knuckles, sharp and immediate, but Kane barely reacted. Blood dripped freely now, streaking down his hand, hitting the concrete in slow, steady drops. His breathing turned rough, uneven, his shoulders tight, every muscle coiled like he was still in the ring. Then— A knock. Soft. Out of place. Kane froze. For a second, the room went completely still. Then he moved. Fast. He yanked the door open, his body already braced, ready to tear into whoever stood on the other side.

Kael finally faced him. “I know enough.” “Then tell me.” “No.” Kael said. The word landed between them. Adrian's hands curled inside his pockets. “She almost killed that creature,” he said. “Did she?” Kael asked sarcastically. Adrian's eyes narrowed. Kael held his gaze. The question stayed there. “Did she?”

Instead, I force a smile. "Careful, Dean Withers. You almost sound afraid of a dead family." His expression darkens. "Afraid?" He scoffs. "No. I reserve fear for things that are still breathing." My smile falls as he steps closer. "The Celestial Dragons are gone. Your parents are dead. Your sister is dead. And you, Miss Thalorien, are nothing more than the last loose thread of a failed rebellion." Every word steals more air from the room. "You know nothing," I whisper.