Ledgend Of Ares Novels & Stories

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

When you come to the world, your mark of identification is the silvery line on your neck, without this you're a liar and impostor which is a serious offense punishable by the constitution of the shifter world. Cassandra was not a celestial missionary like me, she was the real moon goddess incarnated as a human. Since she ceases to exist, it's obligatory that I take up her Personal Assistant as mine in the saving work. She was part of her mission, I have no option but to continue with her.

He ripped off the remaining masked men's hearts and hit the leader with a punch. "You are strong but let's see how you with take this" "Red Lightning formation"he shouted.He raised his sword and a red Lightning struck him. "Is that all you have?"the strange man said with a disdainful expression. "Now, you will die" His hand emits fireball,he throws it at him as the leader waits helplessly for his death but a figure speeds to him hitting the leader away making the leader escape the fireball. "Welcome to earth,lord Deragon of the dragon kingdom" four beings said, stepping into the scene and the figure who saved the D-section leader joined them making five,they are the five commanders of dread

Haha i must be thinking to much. I dropped her off infront of the school and went to do my own work. Just then my phone rang "hello" I picked it up. "hey Aidan where are you?! I am waiting for you." Jes said.. oh shit i forgot to inform her.. "oh my god.... I am so sorry Jes... I am. already at school can you bring your car today?" I replied apologizoptically. "But you...." she signed "okay fine I'll get there first" she said and hung up. Thank god she wasn't mad because mad Jes is a very so not good thing. I went to my class and thought about how to deal with Amara and ask her about it. But nothing came to my head and it was almost time for class. The teacher came and started teaching but a

she mused, "there is a prophecy that has survived the millennia. One of a child born to the night. Every god has a vessel born to them in every generation, be it a gift to them of Ayla or a gift from mankind, no one knows. However, there stands a god whose vessel is neither born in every generation, nor a gift from any. It is said that his vessel is a curse on Ayla and man. Its arrival, unpredictable and heralding of Ayla's end. This god is referred to, in prophecy, as the Incarnate. But this boy of prophecy, this immortal Aegis, is destined to face a possible end to the cycle. A child guided by the Uncrowned king and under the protection of the Immortal, he will face the Incarnate in battle

Ares thought of me as vicious as he dwelled on this matter. "That bitch! I knew she was filthy!" Ares' roar shattered a wine glass. "Pass my order! Launch a full-scale hunt for Estella! I'll tear her to pieces and use her blood to honor our dead kin!" His words still hung in the air when he suddenly clutched his head in agony and let out an uncontrollable beastly roar. The moon had risen, and his Blood Frenzy had fully erupted. Ares rolled on the ground in agony as he howled. His nails scratched bloody marks on his skin, and his blood felt as if it were on fire.

Although I had never told the old priestess the details of my entanglement with the God of War, Pythia, who had lived for so long, had already guessed the general story from my broken state. The old priestess turned her head and, with eyes that had seen through the life and death of the mortal world yet remained resilient, stared directly into Aresios's soul. Aresios saw his own reflection clearly in her gaze: a face wracked with pain and regret, so pathetic that he could not utter a single word in his own defense. His throat worked, as if filled with coarse sand. With all the strength of a war god, he could only force out a single, broken word.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”