Ares wants revenge and for that alone, he has returned to Olympus, but he will meet a muse who will make him rethink his priorities. Although it may not seem like it to him. War has always been his only love, the only reason for his existence, he enjoys the pleasures that his divinity grants him but everything changes from one moment to another. Can Ares admit that he has a heart? Will he accept that he not only loves war but also loves love? Only a muse can be the reason for his existence and make him know true happiness, but not everything is easy, can the gods of Olympus separate them? Revenge, love, betrayal, and drama ... I invite you to know the other side of the God of war.
The blonde looked at his muses, each one more beautiful than the last. There were brunettes, chestnuts, blondes, redheads, freckled, freckled, bulky. A row of beauties to choose from. He loved them like his life and for the same reason, he couldn't decide which one to send.
Ares, the god of war. He was a maniac, a tyrant, a beast.
"And? What will it be?" Asked her sister with her hands on her hips somewhat annoyed by the wait.
She frowned still unable to decide, they all looked scared.
"I don't understand why it must be one of my muses" he said, postponing the moment of delivering the woman.
"It's what Mother ordered" Hebe released annoyed by the reluctant behavior of the star.
"He can heal himself"
"It's what Mother ordered" her sister said again. Apollo knew that if Hera ordered something, it was better for him to obey, otherwise, the queen would take the refusal very badly.
With no choice, he turned to his muses again. He had to choose someone strong, someone, who would not be frightened by the god of war like everyone he knew. Someone... so disrespectful and haughty that she became annoying. He smiled looking at the redhead.
She looked back at him, and her eyes flashed with fear. I didn't let it show for long though. The fear became fire in his eyes.
"Come here, Daria"
The muse approached and he took her face with both hands.
"If you feel threatened in any way, get out of there at that precise moment. Do you understand?"
She glared at him and nodded.
Daría had been taken to the temple of Apollo a very short time ago, she still did not get used to have a master and was very rebellious, you could even say that she was wild.
This made Apollo especially appreciate her. She didn't just let herself be guided, she fought against the current.
He saw how the muse was carried by his sister to the carriage and sighed. I hoped it was okay. While she was the one to serve such a menacing god, she could drive him out of her mind at any moment.
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Daría watched the blonde goddess leave, she had left her at the door of the god's chambers and had fled. What a goddess.
She knocked on the huge golden door but no one answered, forcing himself to gather his courage, she pushed the door open and crossed the threshold.
Everything looked as calm as if he were alone. Perhaps he had gone to heal elsewhere.
After all, he was not supposed to live on Olympus anymore. She had not yet arrived when this had happened but the other muses had told her the story of Ares and Aphrodite.
Discovered in full betrayal of the goddess's husband and exposed to the shame of being seen by every one of the gods in full swing. It had been one of the war god's main reasons for fleeing to Thrace, that and the banishment of his sister Eris.
He took a couple more steps when he heard a groan. He froze. He was there, he was there.
Well, this is what he had come to, and the sooner he finished, the sooner he would leave.
She approached the god's room and stepped over the threshold. She saw him lying on the bed, shaking with pain, despite his immense size, he looked almost ... defenseless.
He approached her until he touched her arm, the man turned so quickly that he made her jump, his gaze was as fierce as a lion's and his face so brutal that it made her recoil. It reminded him of a wounded animal that wanders off into the dark so it can lick its wounds in peace.
"I ... am ... a muse ... I ... have been sent ... to ... to ... help you, with ... your wounds"
"Long, I don't need your help" The god's voice was so raspy and deep that it reminded Daria of a being from the dark forest.
The muse lowered her gaze to his arm, was caught by the huge hand of the god, and wanted to scream.
The threat, threatened, what had Apollo said about the threats?
"I ... I'm ... sorry ..."
The god's face twitched, small beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he lay back due to the intense pain.
"Are you okay?" The muse released frightened.
Until then I notice the huge golden stain on the white sheets. The god was bleeding.
I quickly look for the materials to clean his wounds and bandage him. She returned and tried to accommodate him in a better position but the god, with one arm, threw her to the floor of the room.
"I told you to get out" He let out almost in a growl.
"I will do that. After I heal your wounds"
The god looked at her with hatred but was silent. He had no more strength to fight.
The muse managed to put him on his back and began to clean the huge wound on his belly.
The god had been completely pierced by a spear. She had never seen anything like this, it wasn't that she had seen many wounds in her life. She was a muse, not a harpy. By all the gods!
She cleaned his wounds and sold him as well as he could. The man had long since fallen into unconsciousness and when he finished, she could finally see him without fear of having his head ripped off.
His skin was golden, his hair as black as coal, long to below his shoulders, and his face seemed sculpted by Zeus himself. And his muscles, she had never seen such muscles, as hard as a rock, but smooth as silk. His lips, could they be that perfect? Were they as soft as they looked? His nose was somewhat large and crooked, sure of past battles, but it only made him look more manly. His thick black beard framed his face so perfectly that it didn't surprise him that Aphrodite had fallen in love with him. She, who only loved beauty, had had the most beautiful man on Olympus.
He didn't know why, but he stayed by her side until the sun rose.
Sleep overcame her without her even realizing it and she fell asleep beside him. Having seen his perfect face as the last thing before falling into the arms of Morpheus.
Enslaved and tortured, she believed darkness had consumed her completely. But then, this man appeared: The Devil, a man shrouded in shadows and mystery. Drawn to his brute strength and dangerous aura, she longed for his protection. However, her love for this dark man dragged her into a deadly game. Can she escape his clutches and find happiness, or will she be trapped forever in his world of shadows?
A party that gets out of control An infidelity that breaks my heart Betrayals, secrets, and truths coming to light They accuse me of a crime I didn't commit, but I will prove my innocence. I don't remember much, just a few gray eyes that became my salvation in more ways than one.
She... a sweet, tender, delicate and insecure woman, expelled from her family. He... a man scarred by battles, strong, confident, strict and known for being cruel A favor that united two people beyond a friendship. They were polar opposites. The attraction was irremediable. 3 months were enough to love each other.
A bastard like him shouldn't have her ... A woman like her shouldn't be wasting herself on someone who doesn't know how to treat a lady. She does not interest me what they think, she will be for me. I am the one who will make her enjoy it and worship as the goddess that she is. Go ahead, you can judge me ... but I want and want for myself, my brother's wife. And I won't stop until I get it. My name is Santino and this is the story of how an unusual woman snatched away the calm and peace that she had in my life. Alexa came to me in the simplest way possible and without doing anything to get my attention, but my brother was the trigger that the passion that existed in me focused on his girl, and in his attempt to be better than me, he committed the mistake of unleashing a forbidden love between her and me.
I am not the type of girl who attracts men, my life is not very social and my best friend is my cat Salem. He dedicated me to writing, hanging out with my brother, and sometimes with my few friends. Everything was normal until that Valentine's Day when everything changed for me. Two men burst into my life as if they were earthquakes, their auras indicating danger and they enveloped me in their life as if I had belonged there. My mother always said that men with tattoos were a danger and a problem for girls. But these two Greek gods got me and now I'm part of the mob. This is my story
Lailah Gazth had her whole life planned, but her world falls apart when her best friend Alison dies in a car accident, caused by nothing more and nothing less than the young criminal Azael Grimm or so he calls himself ... Lailah decides to take a risk and report him, getting a trial in which they will debate whether he is guilty or not, but that will be in three months, the same time Azael has to make her fall in love and prevent her from testifying against him and thus not go to jail. Will she get it? What consequences could she bring to her after her?
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."