Kratos Kill Ares Novels & Stories

He rolled his shoulders back, fixing a dark, lethal stare directly onto Asteria. "Get this straight," Ares whispered, his voice vibrating with absolute venom. "I completely despise violence against women, but I will never sit back and watch you degrade my wife. Walk away right now and stop harassing Kianna, or I will personally make it my life's mission to turn your entire world into a living nightmare."

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“Ares was dead worried about you Violet, and for the very first time after that incident, I saw a slight remorse in his eyes.“ She said, sounding weak. “I'm glad you're taming the monster in him, but not in this manner. We all thought you were going to die; the doctor said your life was at stake. Thanks to the moon goddess, you're here with us today. “I'm sorry.“ I simply apologised. Ares walked towards me, placing his palm on my forehead. He inhaled deeply, which made him stagger backwards. Luckily, Kyros was quick enough to stop him from falling. I felt a bit relieved; did he? He took in my pain. “Why did you do it? Why did you take my pain?”I asked.

I crossed my fingers, hoping he would never find out, if he did, everything was over for me. I scoffed shakily and turned to him slowly and my sharp, bloodshot eyes bored into his. “You’re just trying to get rid of me too, aren’t you?” He shook his head and stared fixedly, “I just want you out of my pack, I do not want to kill you.” He replied softly and I froze instantly. He knew I killed Ares!

“And you’re still pretending like you don’t want her gone too. Stop acting like you’re any better than me.” “I want power, not chaos,” Ares snapped. “I want control. Not this.” “Well, too bad,” Ron said. “It’s already started. You can’t stop it.” Ares stepped closer. “Then you better stay out of my way.” Ron sneered. “Or what?” “I’ll kill you myself.” Ron’s smile widened. “Try me.” Ares didn’t answer. He turned and walked to the door. But before he left, he looked over his shoulder. “If you go near her again, I’ll kill you myself.”

Understanding crashes over me like ice water. "That's your plan," I whisper. "You were never going to let us leave. You knew I wouldn't do the ritual willingly, so you..." I look at Ares, dying on the temple floor, and then back at her. "You're giving me a choice. His life or mine."

"What's going on? It's just a kidney. Why hasn't it been done yet?" The doctor said apologetically, "I'm very sorry. Your daughter was envenomed. Her organs have been destroyed by the toxin and can't be used. And she's already passed away. Her body is in our morgue. Please come to claim her as soon as possible."

Arielle said. "Kaelen owes a debt." "I'm here to collect." She grabbed the leader by the face. The purple light flared. He didn't scream. He just evaporated. His mana, his life, his soul. Gone. Absorbed. The other two Mages tried to run. Arielle waved her hand. Gravity Crush. They slammed into the floor. Their bones snapped under the pressure. "Stay," she commanded. "I need witnesses." Below, the battle was over.

Hera and Kella have been fighting side by side our entire lives and we fall into an easy, effective pattern of fighting and killing. Between the two of us, we take out the rest of the rogues, easily bringing them down as Drake takes down one, maybe two more. When they are all dead, lying on the ground at our feet, we move to the nearby lake to wash the blood, guts and stench of rotten food off of us.

I ask. “Yes.” My father answers. Arrrgghhhh! “Promise me that you will avenge Esther.” I request, my voice stabbing me in the chest as I speak. “You will kill him and you will come back alive.” Aunt Kitra says. “No. To kill him, I have to die too. He is the alpha, he has lived for three hundred years. He is experienced, he sees me before I see him. To kill him I would have to die.” I say in response as my chest heaves more.