The Gift Chronicles Ares Novels & Stories

She was surprised that Ares was interested in a woman because, from what she remembered, he disliked dating. What happened to her best friend? "I'm really glad that woman already has your heart and speaking of the gift i can help you with that well the best gift for me since the woman your talking about is want a private relationship then i will suggest the personalized morse code bracelet If you prefer to keep things private, go for that bracelet, which features a beaded message that only she can decipher." "Well, that's brilliant! I really have come to the right person. Thank you! Thank you for helping me!" Ares said and hugged her tightly, which made her laugh.

Just volunteers, cousins, teenagers with more enthusiasm than skill, and a few sleepy Elders who were now dozing on the bleachers after stuffing gift bags with pine soap and moonstone charms. Ares walked in, sleeveless shirt clinging to his shoulders, carrying a box twice his size, flanked by three women who looked like they’d been plucked from the cover of a fantasy romance novel. “More linens,” he announced, setting the box down beside me with a grin. “Thank you,” I said, dusting off my hands. “You’re doing amazing,” one of the women purred, handing him a bottle of water. I raised a brow. He winked. “Beta things.”

he trails off, smirking at me like he’s ready to take a bite out of me. Ares steps in front of me, “We have plenty of money we can wire transfer to you. We are fresh out of extra princesses at the moment.” “I don’t accept digital currency. I only enjoy pure gold. No gold, no shiny objects, no princesses…I guess come back when you have payment.” He smiled, beginning to get up out of his seat to leave. “What do you want with a princess?” I pipe up courageously. “Well, considering you are already carrying for your mate…I would settle for a date with you,” he smirks as he swirls the liquid in his glass.

My heart leapt at the sight, excitement bubbling inside me. I gasped in surprise and delight. The gifts were unexpected, and seeing him there waiting for me made my heart swell. Without thinking, I grabbed the teddy bear and hugged it tightly against my chest. Looking up at Ares, I couldn’t hide the gratitude in my eyes. “Thank you!” I said, my voice brimming with genuine happiness. My smile spread wide across my face. Ares stood there, his usual stoic expression softening slightly. He seemed taken aback by my reaction, his eyes studying me as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Then, after a moment, he spoke quietly, almost as if to himself.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? Do you like it?" "Yes, it's gorgeous." "It's a gift for you." "A necklace this stunning?" "Yes, I want you to keep it. And there will be many more things I'll give you, Yara," Ares said as he pulled Keyara into his embrace. "This alone is already so much..." Keyara said as their eyes met. "That's what you think..." Ares then cupped Keyara's cheek, caressing it with his hand and gazing at her lips, painted with vibrant and shiny lipstick, making them even more tempting to kiss.

Every turn of the waltz spun the room into a blur of gold and glass, narrowing my entire universe down to the predatory intensity of his gaze. "You're using this to distract me," I accused, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps as he spun me outward and snapped me back against his chest. My heart slammed against my ribs, a chaotic rhythm fueled by adrenaline and primal heat. "I am maintaining order," Ares replied, his eyes locked onto mine. "Your mother's necklace is secure. It was never liquidated." "Why do you have it?" "Because it belongs with you," he whispered, his lips brushing dangerously close to my ear as he led me into a dramatic sweep across the floor. "But you haven't earned it

He had been in service to the fire lineage before I was even born and was the only person in the pack I could say was older than I. I knew I somehow deserved what I got from the moon goddess; I knew I deserved every ounce of it, the cursed burning touch, the cursed immortality, but the Beta? He didn't choose any of this; I felt he was only affected by this because he served me and my family. While I still looked to be in my prime, Beta Gareth had aged with time. “What news have you brought from the front lines?” I asked. “Not much,” he replied. “And I'm afraid you've heard most of it already. Alpha Borin Thorne indeed plans to offer a peace offering, a tribute to you, and he hopes you accept

Lights flickered. A screen above the tank lit up. “HELLO, SISTER.” Alma’s jaw clenched. “What?” The tank hissed open. And the man stepped out, breathing like he’d been reborn. “I am Ares. First son of Evelyn Vale. Created before you. Buried to protect the world from what I could become.” Julian fired a warning shot. But Ares didn’t flinch. “You broke the Core,” Ares said. “You killed her. And now they will come for you. The Primogenitors will not forgive disobedience.”

His lips trembled slightly, and across the room, he silently mouthed, "I'm sorry." Slowly, I took off my sunglasses, my eyes as calm as a mountain lake. I held his gaze and silently mouthed, "You don't deserve my forgiveness." Then, I curled my lips into a faint smile, turned around, and walked away, leaving behind a past fraught with blood, tears, and betrayal. … Months later, with Uncle Winston's help and care, I made a full recovery. Mom also began to heal from her grief. I legally changed Avery's last name to Monet, completely erasing all traces associated with the Sinclair family.

“The gods and goddesses works in mysterious ways. The dark vampires are Heriah’s creation, too, and she will not raise a hand against what she created, but she might already have seen the error of her ways. And that is why she created us a weapon.” “Weapon?” “YOU.” ”Fan-fucking-tastic. I am a goddamn weapon?” Vincys chuckled. “Here we are.” I looked down and my heart lifted when I saw the familiar woods, and the dragon fruit tree. My heart jumped. Everything in my body buzzed to see Ares. He lowered the copter near the training field and the guys training there growled and came towards the copter, their swords raised above their head. I stepped out of the copter, my hands raised above.