The Gift Chronicles Ares Novels & Stories

I do not know what will happen in the future but right now, at this point in time, she is my everything. Even so, I cannot simply hand over an innocent life to the Sorceress. Not especially when she is going to eat the heart like how we eat steak. Rare, medium or well done? Ugh. I may be a wolf, but my kind and I do not thrive on cannibalism. “Time waits for no man, Helios, son of Kronus. And in your friend’s case, his time is almost up. So what say you?” Gently, I lay Ares on the ground. His lips are pale and his pulse is weak.

The she-wolf they had called a useless whore had nourished them with her own life for so long. It turned out that the blackness the Moonbound Soulstone had measured was the sins I had borne for the pack. "No…" Ares kneeled on the ground as tears streamed from his eyes. As he watched the scenes of me giving my all, he recalled all the misdeeds he had done to me over the years. "What have I done!" He let out a wretched wail and tried to crawl over to grab my feet. "Estella… I was wrong! I'm a beast! I was blind…"

muli nitong sita “Listen, Greyson’s dad and that girl’s dad are close to each other. Among the seven Kingdom, Sylverstein is the only kindom who’s very close to the Knightwalker. After the death of Queen Shirelle, that woman’s mom, and by the way that woman is Princess Sapphire. She lost her memory after falling from the high waterfalls of Valeins and Greyson is the one who found her. Imagine Greyson is only 9 years old at that time but bravely swam the deep waterfalls of Valeins, just to save her. He took Sapphire back to her Kingdom, and that is when both their fathers decided and promised to have them married when they both grow up. And after that they never saw each other again and the r

I can only hope that someday, the fear of that prophecy fades from everyone’s memories, and they only see me as Androkles, an Ares who changed how his House was run and was a better man than the rumors said. “Lord Ares... Thank you,” she said, carefully taking the rattle. “I am sure our daughter will enjoy your gift.” Anicetus nodded. “I’m pleased to hear that. I admit I was a bit uncertain what to give Lady Chara.” I sighed. “The rattle was my suggestion, but Androkles was, of course, the one that could visually confirm the drawing and finished product from Lord Hephaestus,” Ismene-Eirene added. I smiled and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“This is perfect for today’s occasion.” I sat back in the chair placed in the middle of the room, facing him. Before grabbing a last hell torture ingredient, a small glass bottle filled with amber color liquid. “Just let him go, goddammit! I did what you asked me to do.” He said, almost shouting. His eyes were on the gifts I bought him. “I will,” I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a blade, reaping an ear-piercing scream.

"Charlotte, I promise I'll take good care of Mom. You take care of yourself over there too, okay?" Mom gave my photo a little forehead tap. "You just had to stay so far away. Wait till you see your dad—he's definitely got something to say about this." Her eyes turned red. "Charlotte... can Mommy cry just one last time?" Then, on the morning of April 3, 2025, the doorbell rang. A delivery arrived—a neatly wrapped massager and a pink card. Mom opened it. Inside, it said: [Mom, hehe, I'm actually not dead. I just traveled to another world. I'm living happily here. So you have to live happily too, okay?]

It had been belonging. One afternoon, after finishing her rounds earlier than expected, Aisha returned to the archives. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of a maintenance cart somewhere down the hallway. Sunlight filtered through a narrow window, illuminating dust particles that drifted lazily through the air. Helen glanced up from her desk when Aisha entered. "Back again?" Aisha smiled sheepishly. "I'm becoming predictable." "You and everyone else who gets interested in Arman."

" he paused for a minute. "What is the gift?" I curiously asked him now more into the story. "My dear, it is the power of Gift coping meaning just by seeing a person using their power she could just copy that power and make it her own. She had copied all the powers we used to defeat her in the first battle with us not knowing it." He slowly said and I could see regret and defeat in his eyes. We almost lost as she now had an advantage of all our powers luckily I remembered a hiding spell taught to me as a kid and I used it to hide all three of us from her. That spell has been hiding us from her for the past years.

"Since Asta is confined to the Spirit Realm under lock and key, I think it's a pretty good chance that you won't be getting anything from her." Aryn's pale face went bone white. "No. She promised me. She vowed to me I would get her back." "What kind of vow?" Graysten asked. "When did you make it?" "She came to visit me after she learned the Azicans were coming here. She made a proper sacred vow." Aryn wrung her hands, her fingers blanching white under the strain. "She was free." "It must have been right before she tried to trap us in the Between," Graysten said, looking between Scarlet and me.

/“A gift? The Goddess blessed me?” /“She did, but it went away when your trauma blocked me. Allow your gift to lead us and get Ares back,”/ she says, then looks at me with warmth. /“Focus your thoughts on Ares and we will find him, but for now we need to move, okay?”/ Nodding, I tie my hair up in a high ponytail and walk out of the bedroom with renewed determination. The Goddess blessed me with a gift, an instinctive feeling and I need to start trusting my wolf if I am going to beat them at their own game.