Perseus God Of War Novels & Stories

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Oops, does anyone know what Hyun Ki would do to Aphrodite? So, just wait for the next chapter :) [Greek Mythology: Ares, the Hated Olympian God of War] Ares is the son of Zeus and Hera. He had two guards, namely Phobos and Deimos. He is known as the god of war who is always thirsty for blood battles. Ares ruled over the means of war, attack and defense of cities, rebellion, plunder, virility, and courage. For those of you who are curious about the story of this god of war, consider the series of facts about Ares in the following Greek mythological story.

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.

The god looked at her with more burning passion, and could not concentrate, so did not hear what she asked him, he went to her , carried her on his harms he took her inside to his bed, and made love to her, she had never had a better sex in all her goddess, demigoddess and human life, that she for once forgot everything that was her worries for that period of time, she did not brother about raining issues, and for days, all they did were, to eat drink and made love, and on the Fourth day, she was introduced to other goddesses, who had became the wife of the god, called " Rain" BACK AT HOME People were arriving to there various homes, they were not so happy to had returned so suddenly and unp

"Leonidas." The boy blushed, "Sorry." Loukas made a gag sound before he visibly shivered. "That is all for the male's. Now-" "My godfather did not give a gift?" Persephone knew that Hades was staying away from her and though she knew his reason for it, it still hurt. Loukas slowly shook his head. "No, but he was the one who made the other gods reach the island Temple without Ares turning an eye to them." "Oh," Persephone said, "Alright. What is next?"

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

“Who is Damon?” “The war God, he has been in the borders half his life and only returned for the festivity, second son to King Williams and born of his favorite concubine” I could not believe my luck. I am mate to the God of war which sounded odd. I was made to understand we were headed for the borders and it involved a life of war and fighting. None of that mattered to me, since I have gotten a second chance at life I choose to make the most out of it. The journey was tiring and long, we had to stop a number of times to get fresh food supplies and freshen up. Sarah my handmade, was of great help to me, I am still getting acquainted with her addressing me as “my lady”.

Elia’s eyes fluttered toward her, desperate but lost. “Lucien is the God of War,” the healer said, each word deliberate and powerful. “Yes! But he does not kill his own people.” Her thumbs pressed against the back of Elia’s trembling hands. “He protects them.” Elia’s breathing was still fast… too fast, ragged, shallow, dangerously close to spiraling. Her chest heaved like she was dying on a dry land. But the healer didn’t let her look away. Her hands tightened around Elia’s trembling fingers, anchoring her with sheer will.

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.

As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darkness and shadow. Yet the light of Usha was never merely symbolic. It was power itself, a force that could forge warriors and creatures of might. From her essence, the gods later shaped Durga, a goddess of war and justice, and imbued her with weapons of celestial power to strike down the demon whose malice threatened the balance of all life—human and magical alike.