Ledgend Of Ares Novels & Stories

“Now the Moon has made a mockery of my will.” Her heart pounded. “I don’t even know what I am to you.” Ares reached out then—not to claim, not to trap—but to brush his knuckles lightly against her wrist. Barely there. A test. A warning. “You are the reason I am still standing here instead of tearing my kingdom apart,” he said. “And that terrifies me more than you know.” Lyra looked at him, really looked, and for the first time saw the truth beneath the legend.

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

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.

I challenge, trying to stoke any remaining loyalty he might feel. “They’ll follow the strongest leader,” Ares retorts confidently. “And once you’re out of the picture, who else will they turn to but me?” “You’re delusional, little brother,” I snap, anger flaring. “They’ll never follow you after this. You underestimate their loyalty to me and you underestimate Mother.” He blanches at the mention of our mother, but blinks it away. “We’ll see,” he says with a shrug. “But enough chit-chat. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. Tomorrow, we move to the next phase.”

Ray smiled bitterly and pulled out a red orb that contained the insignia of Ares, the late god of war, from his pocket. This was Ares’ gift to him before he died. They may have been enemies, but they were still brothers. Ares had left his power to his brother, hoping that Ray would consume it and become even stronger. He may not have been able to reach the sky called Zeus, but he was planning to propel his brother there with his power.

“The Ares family is a mysterious family that possesses ancient martial arts skills. You should know this as well. I want to ask you a question since you lived with the Ares family for so many years. Have you found out the identity of the descendant of the python?” Thirteen said, “The men of the Ares family are very mysterious. My adoptive father, Jay Ares, was rumored to have been able to escape from the end of the world after fighting against Doomsday alone. Jenson, the eldest son of the Ares family, is very intelligent and previously studied at the Legendary Youth Academy. Division Master, you should know that the students recruited by that academy are all eccentrics. The second son of the

Because, if they really asked for it, then Damien would spend his entire vacation just giving them all names. "Your body looks shrouded in black armor, has wings and claws, not only attack power but defensive abilities are quite good. You also have a very strong and dark killing aura. Should I name you after one of the Olympian gods in Greek mythology? What about Ares?" Damien was reminded of one of the Olympian gods, Ares. Ares is a bloodthirsty god and is the embodiment of murder. Ares rules over the means of war, assault and defense of cities, rebellion, plunder, virility, and courage.

Ares chuckled at the corners of his lips, holding it up to form a mocking gesture at Morgan whose face was getting redder, he could see the one pure god's brows slanted sharply as he shot a glare at him, "Why? Am I telling the truth?" Ares is the god of war and trembling is not his style, he has gone through many wars with many victories anyway, then just a Morgan? Just a god who never even used his powers, Morgan was just an amateur god, there was no reason for Ares to be afraid of Morgan.

“Ares is powerful enough to contain the shadows after all they belong to him. They are the evil souls he’s killed. Hades uses them to try and break him, but Ares is a lot stronger than what Hades gives him credit for.” “So, you did choose him because he was one of the first Lycans?” She shakes her head, “for starters Ares isn’t one of the first Lycans, he is THE first Lycan. He was strong, powerful, and part witch or should we say warlock. Powerful magic runs though his veins. Ares fought the darkness of the curse that plagued the first Lycans, he like Axel was able to contain and fight the darkness within him. The difference, for Axel was love, for Ares it was pure willingness to fight agai