Apollo Blood Of Zeus นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“He wants Apollo’s strength—so he can become the most powerful werewolf in existence.” A chill swept down my spine. “Who is Apollo?” I asked quietly. My father met my gaze, his expression grim. “Apollo was the first werewolf. The God of War. The strongest being the moon goddess ever created.” My stomach clenched. That kind of power—in Anthony’s hands? It would mean ruin. Chaos. Destruction. My father stepped closer, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “That’s why Devlin wants you,” he said softly. My breath hitched. “What does this have to do with me?”

His mother let out a shrill, hysterical laugh: "Thalia! Did you sell your soul to some dark god just to shed your mortality?!" Before she could utter another word, Zeus summoned a bolt of lightning that struck her squarely in the chest, sending her flying as she vomited blood: "Dare to insult my daughter again, and I will unleash the fires of heaven to boil your wretched oceans dry!" Realizing my true identity, the Atlantean delegation nearly died of fright, slamming their foreheads against the floor in terrified apologies. Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?"

Neron looked less nervous than at the beginning of the meeting, but he still wasn’t sure where Osiris was going with this. “Lily and I would rather focus all our attention here, instead of me traveling back and forth. “ Osiris stopped talking and looked at me. I had asked to be the one to ask Neron and Jean the big question. I really wanted to see the look on their face. It took some convincing and I had bought some sexy lingerie as Osiris’ reward for allowing me to say the next few words “would you like to be the Alpha and Luna of the Midnight Blood pack?”

Jason screamed as he suddenly pointed his gun at Sebestian. "Now!" Sebestian yelled as he came back to his senses, and before Jason could pull the trigger, a shot was fired from the rooftop, drilling through Jason's skull. Blood splattered everywhere, and his limp body fell to the ground. Adom stumbled as he was freed from his grip; he was trembling and covered in the man's blood. He was suddenly engulfed in two strong arms as he felt his vision blur. The last thing he saw was Sebestian's face, as he was covered in dirt and bruises. Cuts decorated his face. He heard his voice as he whispered in his ear before everything went dark.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

She walked towards it and grabbed it as she ran her fingers into his portrait. "What are you doing here?" Zoe suddenly put down the frame and turned around in his direction. Her eyes widened when he saw him. Helios is half-naked! And while he walked in her direction, her eyes went down to his navel—shit! Eight-packs, she screamed inside her head. She was about to look away when her eyes caught the tribal tattoo on his left arm until it covered his left chest. She squinted her eyes, and thoughts suddenly came into her mind. Then she came to realize…

"See, you're proving my point of being a hothead." I rolled my eyes, watching them run around the apartment like a bat out of hell. "Anyways, back to the subject of Apollo River. One, he is not my man," "Yet." "That part." "Shh, and two, I could care less about how handsome he is or how much money he has." Zoe snickered. "Smells like love to me." "It's not love but admiration. He's a silver spoon that made a name for himself. He is powerful, influential, and respected globally."

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.

another replied to her as they laughed. "Don't be blasphemous to the moon goddess, she intentionally wanted this for the omega!” Another chipped in. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't breathe anymore as my heart kept shattering with each second that passed, the world was dark and tilted. I felt a cold numbness all over, I was so foolish to have thought I truly deserved love and acceptance. When has the moon goddess ever been fair to me? I must have been drunk and stupid to think she would actually give me a mate that would love and choose me.

“You can feel it too, can’t you?” Mina hesitated, then nodded weakly, pressing her palm to her chest. “I can. I—I don’t understand it, Alpha. But I can feel you. What you’re feeling.” Theo’s anger slowly ebbed, replaced by a heavy, quiet awe. The bond between them pulsed like a faint light—unmistakable, divine, alive. His heart clenched painfully as realization dawned. “The Moon Goddess…” he breathed, eyes lowering as if in prayer. “She’s given me a second chance.”