The Gift Chronicles Ares Novels & Stories

he said casually, spinning a crystal between his fingers. Darina’s breath hitched. The Moonlight Crystal. She jumped to her feet, nearly stumbling as she closed the distance, hand outstretched, desperate to snatch it. But Ares raised his arm, the crystal catching the moonlight above his head. “Not so fast, wolfy,” he grinned. “It cost me more than you know to get this. I deserve a reward.” Darina’s body trembled with impatience. “What do you want?” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation.

I asked inquisitively as I took out a box from the bag, dropping the bag on the floor as a smile filled my face at getting a present from Ares. “It’s a phone. You can call me whenever.” Ares said, and I could feel his eyes watching me as I opened the box to see a very beautiful phone. I picked it up and it felt a bit heavy, it had a purple back and I grinned at Ares. “Did you pick a color similar to my eyes?” I asked as Ares blushed a bit. “Can’t you just say thank you? That’s an I phone 14 pro max.” I heard Seth say from behind us an Ares growled at him before he looked away.

He looked small beneath the sheer mass of the Lycan. ​"You are comfortable," Ares stated. It wasn't a question. ​"I was just helping with the decorations, Alpha," Riel said, keeping his eyes lowered respectfully. "I didn't mean to intrude." ​"Helping," Ares repeated, testing the word like it was rotten meat. "By touching my mate." ​"We were just talking," I interjected, stepping between them. I put a hand on Ares’s chest. His heart was hammering—not with exertion, but with rage. "He was telling me about the harvest festivals back home."

I look at Ares’ left arm, he has a tattoo of a black wolf with a brown belly walking beneath a bright full moon, through a really cool dead looking forest. “Thank you, I can’t wait to learn from you,” I thank while grabbing Gunnar from Embry, as Ryder and his mates leave the room and head outside to the feast. “You’re welcome, I’m very excited to teach you and see what you can do. Thank you for being so welcoming here, and for helping us find our little girl. You and your mates have given Benjamin and I something we’ll never be able to repay,” Ares admits, watching Benjamin sit in on the lounge with Phoenix in his arms.

Ares rolled his eyes, "It's pretty obvious Amara." "Shh." I moved my feet hitting him slightly on his and he winced moving away from me mumbling something about violent werewolves, "Thank you very much for the gifts and flowers." I acknowledged the man who looked all too delighted to be of service to me, "I appreciate your kindness." "You deserve more your majesty." He gave one last bow and I gave a curt nod before waving at him and going out of the shop with Ares trodding behind me carrying the bouquet of roses while I carefully held Orian's gift in my hands.

Followed behind him stacks of unopened gifts carried in by he's men, each wrapped in silk smooth paper with a bow tied around. This was attention seeking Akarui could register. He's father was by far the happiest in that room if anything, he was fuming with rage. And Akarui knew he wasn't going to have it the easy way.

She didn’t have to. The warning had already been spoken. And the war, now, had a new name. Ares Throws Celeste a gold Coin minted with his face she catches it. he says stay in touch. this coin will allow you to contact me and he summons his divine war chariot and departs the beach leaving Celeste and Remy on the beach Ares threw the gold coin without ceremony.

Alexis commented in her mind. "She's taking HRM program and not a program about Greek Mythologies. I even had no idea if they had a program for that." Alric commented. "Damn. I hate this." Ares pouted then continue to eat. They ate our dinner silently again. While eating, Alexis remembered a book that she saw before in a mall. She smiled when she decided to buy that as a gift for Ares. "I'm going somewhere this coming Saturday. Is that okay?" Alexis asked them. "Yes, of course. Just be careful." Acario answered.

It was not the first dead body I’d ever seen – far from it – but something about seeing the brown wolf on its side, stark in its colour against the endless white landscape of the snow, made my stomach turn. I stepped closer hesitantly, suddenly hyper-aware that this was not one of my beloved Blue Moon wolves. Had we been in battle, I would rejoiced at the sight of a Winterpaw Warrior werewolf killed. I hung back, strangled by the conflicting feelings of sorrow and twisted, vindictive joy. “Show me the note,” Ares barked. Cendres hurried to pull it from his pocket. “Here.” Ares inspected it, using the faint moonlight to read the words over and over again. His face flushed, a deep shade of puc

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”