Ledgend Of Ares Novels & Stories

“I’m here for you always. Our girl is safe.” Ares' words of assurance eased me further, knowing what he told me came with certainty. He was never one to lie to me, nor sugar coat what he saw in his visions. Usually, I would have to be the one to comfort him through the bad ones. Nine out of ten times Ares would see a dark future that would plague him for a few days, once for a whole month. I had spoken to Zerena about it, hoping she had some sage advice. All she told me was that his father used to go through the same thing.

I tell him, "It needs to be finished before I move on to the next lifetime. I don't know if I will ever get all these memories back to be capable of completing my mission." “Iokaste, we have heard about the details of your plan. We have seen your sacrifices, and commend you for seeing this plan through. We do not fight all wars on the battlefield, as you are soon to find out, Daughter of the Moon Goddess. You truly are the warrior Selene prides you to be,” the man sitting next to Hermes says. There is no confusing him to anyone else. Ares stands as tall as Zeus. He is broad and muscular like Bronx, with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is wearing an ornate golden chest plate and m

“I shouldn’t have joined you. Look at me! My *ss was beaten to a pulp, and now Zayn sees me as an enemy! A goddamned perfect class, man! That bastard achieved it before he even reached his thirties—how the hell is that even possible?! For comparison’s sake, Ares is known for being some legendary genius, and he’s got nothing on that bastard!” Whoever Ares was, mentioning his name immediately invoked a sense of reverence and respect in the other three men, so much so that they straightened their bodies and stood at attention. He was Rheasia’s chosen knight, a decorated living legend whose contributions to the nation could not be overstated. Without Ares, Rheasia would be unfamiliar to the peac

to do this last help for them before moving ahead to the land of god and goddesses and live the rest of her life there, or finally make the sea her permanent home.Aro continued jubilating and no doubts, he was the happiest of all being on earth, he married the love of his life and as well have two children from her, two demi gods that shall call him father DEATH OF ANOTHER GREAT MAN Awoditi woke up that morning took his drink, every morning he would wake and first thing he does was to take a cup of wine, and that wine was special, it was made from special palm trees, and many time the jar had been revealed by the machant that always brought the drink, last night when he was asked if the dri

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.”

“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.”

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a