The saga of the Greeks Gods and Goddesses continues in book #3 Craving The Crown. of the on Amazon & KU. Passion of the Gods Series.

shark vs the universe

titsay
noise dept.
we're not kids anymore.
Show & Tell
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
h
Monterey Bay Aquarium
d e v o n
No title available
$LAYYYTER

Kaledo Art
dirt enthusiast
Today's Document
Xuebing Du

#extradirty

Andulka
Cosmic Funnies

ellievsbear
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from China

seen from France
seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Germany

seen from T1

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye
@passionsofthegods
The saga of the Greeks Gods and Goddesses continues in book #3 Craving The Crown. of the on Amazon & KU. Passion of the Gods Series.
Ares & Hephaestus, It's Complicated
Broken Bonds
While writing my Passions of the Gods series, I wanted to take the time to nurture the brotherly bond between Prince Ares and Prince Hephaestus. After spending a lifetime apart, I found myself wondering: how would two brothers, once reunited, learn to relate to one another again?
In this chapter from Book 3: Craving The Crown, readers are confronted with the stark contrast between a prince raised in the luxury of a palace and a prince raised in isolation. Hephaestus, having spent centuries surviving in a deserted land far from Olympus, returns home only to discover that even surrounded by grandeur, he still feels like an outsider.
Ares takes it upon himself to help his younger brother readjust to royal life, but the task proves far more difficult than either of them expected. While writing my story, their relationship became deeply important to me because it explores something very human: the grief of lost time and the struggle to rebuild family bonds that never had the chance to properly form.
Readers familiar with the classic Greek mythology tales already know how the future of these characters unfolds. However, in my retelling (where certain elements of the myth are reimagined), I wanted to focus on the emotional journey of two brothers who, through no fault of their own, were robbed of growing up together and are now trying to forge a relationship in adulthood godhood.
Aphrodite's Offering to Hermes 🥵
**Hermes stumbles across Aphrodite in a temple surrounded by men**
Hermes: Did I interrupt something?
Aphrodite: Yes. (mildly annoyed) We were having a feast. My priests were about to indulge in dessert.
Hermes: (looks around) I do not see any delicacies.
Aphrodite: (legs open) Look. Harder.
Ares Warns Aphrodite ;o)
**Ares finding Aphrodite in his private chambers on Mount Olympus**
Ares: You must leave my room. Now.
Aphrodite: Why?
Ares: The King’s quarters are not too far away, and the Queen has a habit of entering my lair without so much as a knock.
Aphrodite: (shrugs) So what if Hera sees us together?”
Ares: (mildly annoyed) Either we meet in your home, my Thrace Temple, or out in the lands, but I will not insult the Queen in her palace.
Aphrodite: (shocked) You, who face 10,000 men without a drop of sweat and kill creatures more furious than Poseidon’s sea, suddenly turn into a scared mortal boy at the mere thought of upsetting your mother?
Ares: (cheeky grin) Surely, you have never seen her angry.
Athena Annoys Ares 😤
**Athena finds Ares in the stables after returning from a disastrous secret mission**
Ares: Why are you here? (continues brushing his horse)
Athena: I am taking note of all of our horses and weaponry.
Ares: Olympus' defences do not concern you.
Athena: I beg to differ! Especially after that stunt you pulled last night.
Ares: As if you were not beside me every step of the way.
Athena: (aghast) Do not put your disastrous actions on me. I tried to stop you, but you would not listen!
Ares: (stops brushing his horse) Are you still talking?
Passions of the Gods Book #2: Desires of Olympus
:: Ares and Athena on their way to sack a village ::
Athena: (genuinely surprise) I think your plan is brilliant!
Ares: (stops walking) My plan?
Athena: (she smacks her forehead) You do not have a plan, do you.
Ares: I do not need a plan. I follow my gut.
Athena: Your gut? (rolls eyes) My fault for taking a leap of faith and thinking you suddenly grew a brain.
Hera Provokes Ares 👀
:: Queen Hera confronts Prince Ares after a tragic event on Olympus ::
Hera: (gets in his face) The guilt you feel needs to be embraced, not hidden.
Ares: The guilt I felt turned to anger long ago.
Hera: (looks him up at down) You do not look angry.
Ares: Shall I break every piece of furniture in this room to demonstrate?
Hera: (leans closer) Yes.
😂
Hera Lays Down the Law to Ares 😅
::After Hephaestus unexpectedly finds his way home, Queen Hera and Prince Ares discuss his future::
Hera: The King wishes to hold a celebration for Hephaestus’ return to Olympus.
Ares: My younger brother is still slowly growing accustomed to royal life. I do not believe he would welcome such a spectacle.
Hera: (raises a brow) We would not want to give Hephaestus the impression he has a choice in the matter, now would we?
Olympus is preparing for a celebration unlike any other, but beneath the glittering halls and golden promises, hearts are breaking, loyalties are shifting, and war is drawing near.
Passions of the Gods #3: Craving The Crown
Passion of the Gods Series.
🦁🐦🐄🦚
Absolutely gorgeous!
Ares “The Bachelor”
Spoilers for Passions of the Gods Book 2: Desires of Olympus
There are poems in abundance about the priceless love a mother has for her child. But where are the soliloquies about a father's love?
The longer I spend immersed in writing the Passions of the Gods series, the more fascinated I become with the relationship between King Zeus and Prince Ares. It is a dynamic shaped by pride, expectation, and the quiet wounds that linger between fathers and sons.
Ironically, despite the many scenes throughout my story that hint at the friction between them, Zeus and Ares do not share a scene alone together until Book Two. By the time I reached that moment, I knew the wait had to matter. And so, I gave them a long chapter that allows the built-up tension between them to fully breathe.
The scene takes place in Ares' war temple, overlooking a vast war table carved with figures that mark battle lines and shifting territories. The two gods stand over it like generals surveying the world. They argue over past conflicts as they debate the moves needed to secure their future.
But beneath their discussion of strategy, something far more intimate reveals itself: family trauma.
Not long into their first meeting after Hephaestus' unexpected return to Olympus, Ares is quick to remind the King of his unspeakable past when Zeus mentions him:
"I will not drag Hephaestus into your mess. The poor god has suffered enough," said Zeus. "By your hands." Zeus glared at Ares. "What can I say to defend myself? Your mother's tongue has already poisoned you against me." "If I had not my mother's tongue, I would still have my eyes," said Ares. "Even though I was a mere tot, I still remember everything." "There is no need for you to harbor resentment against me. Hephaestus has already forgiven me." "Hephaestus can easily forgive you because he cannot miss what he never had." Zeus' broad shoulders lowered slightly, the breath in his chest growing heavier. "What will it take for you to forgive me?" he asked at last. Ares leaned back from the table. For the first time in the conversation, hurt crossed his face. "Restitution." "What do I owe you?" Ares' eyes turned darker. "Every second I lost with my mother.”
(Passions of the Gods, Book 2: Desires of Olympus)
Through their back-and-forth, old, faded scars remain impossible to ignore. And although Zeus speaks to a grown god, there are still fleeting glimpses of the wounded child Ares once was, a hurt that not even ambrosia could heal.
Prince Ares fiercely embraces the independence that comes with godhood, yet he hesitates when it comes to completing the next stage of life.
At one point in the conversation, Zeus tells him:
"It is well for you to have a wife." Ares leaned back. The fire in his voice dimmed slightly. "Is having a wife well for you?" "Yes," Zeus answered without pause. Ares' gaze dropped to the board, his fingers brushing a war piece shaped like a lion. Then he lifted his eyes to meet his father's. "Has it been well for your wife?" Zeus did not answer.
(Passions of the Gods, Book 2: Desires of Olympus)
A familiar story unfolds in that moment: the child who has grown into adulthood yet refuses to repeat the mistakes he witnessed his parents make.
Yet Ares is not merely a son struggling with family history. He is the Prince of the Gods, heir to Olympus itself. With that title comes an obligation to strengthen and expand his parents' kingdom.
And there is only one way for him to do that.
He must do the very thing he dreads more than standing alone on a battlefield against a thousand warriors.
He must marry.
And just like the classic Greek tales, the more Ares tries to outrun fate, the faster it delivers him to his destiny.
"Welcome to my rock. I would offer you a drink, but my hands are tied at the moment."
~Prometheus to Zeus (Passions of the Gods Book 1)
"...the next time you pull my hair, it should be followed by an impassioned kiss. Lest I think you a tease."
~Aphrodite to Ares (Passions of the Gods Book 1)
Apollo Thinks The Best Of Hermes! 😉
*Apollo finds Hermes on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain*
Apollo: (stands over him and crosses his arms) What did you do this time?
Hermes: Why do you assume I am the perpetrator? I am a victim!
Apollo: You are many things, Hermes. (sticks out hand and pulls him up) But a victim? Never.
Desires of Olympus: Passions of the Gods Book #2
Hermes Encourages Aphrodite's Delusions
*Aphrodite and Hermes discuss Queen Hera*
Aphrodite: This just does not make any sense. How can Hera not like me? I am incredibly beautiful, absolutely charming--
Hermes: And humble. Do not forget humble.
Passions of the Gods #2: Desires of Olympus
Her barely decent tattered slip, clung to her by a single strap. The hem had burned away in uneven streaks, rising high on her thighs, exposing scraped skin, dirt-smudged curves, and the ink-dark shade between her legs every time the wind dared to flirt.
Ash streaked across her chest, smoke still clinging to her hair. She looked like the aftermath of war incarnate.
Athena had long since forgotten modesty. If she had remembered it, she might never have allowed Ares to walk behind her.
Passions of the Gods #2: Desires of Olympus