Apollo Cabin Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Apollo says, holding his hands up to ward off Hermes’ blows. “Hermes?” I whisper, still regaining my breath. Suddenly, my mate is there, holding me to his chest. “I’m here, Jacob. I’m here.” Apollo huffs out, annoyed. “I think that we need to get Chiron in to help us. There’s a war within Jacob’s body between the godhood from his being your mate and that from being an angel. And Chiron knows more ancient healing than I do.”

Mac stated. “Did you cover Jake’s odor?” I inquired. Mac nodded and went to find the witch. I quickly opened the laptop and inserted the USB cable to decipher the security code on Jake’s phone. “Yuri, I think Alpha is in love with Elena,” my mother interrupted as I worked on my coding. “I don’t think he’s so frigid with Elena, mum. Alpha wants to ensure Elena is secure because he wants to atone for what happened to our Luna.” I said. An error message popped on the screen as I tried to enter Jake’s phone with the code.

Tristan and Athena glanced at August, who was peering at the muscular man without knowing what he said. Tristan bent down, “You must be August. I am Tris,” he forwarded his hand to August for a handshake, but the girl looked back at Athena for permission, and she nodded in assurance, She then forwarded her hand to Tristan, and the man shook the girl’s arms, “Azazel has told me all about you,” he signaled in sign language, and the little girl’s face lit up. “Where is Zae?” she asked, looking around for him. Athena was curious too. Why was she curious? She mentally bashed herself for thinking about him and looking for him. She shook her head, not wanting to think about him anymore.

It was also because he couldn’t believe his own ear. Apollo was the finest warrior that Hercules had ever obtained. Aside from being handsome, he was good with his hand. Well, nonsexually and probably sexually. Looking at the man he had rarely seen, his junior was having an erection. Part of it was because of his handsome face as well. “Don’t do it,” Persephone warned him. “Not here, Dio.” Hades tapped his shoulder. Sabrina and Cole turned their heads, wondering. “Hades? Persephone? Dionysus, you too?”

"How did you-" Leonidas smiled softly as he ran his fingers through the glossy looking wood of the Grand piano infront of them then ran it down it's keys. "Apollo made it actually. I had told Artemis I had no idea on what to give you and she suggested this, she said you had once said you would have loved to hear one being played." That made sense, considering Apollo was the god of music as well. "And she sent you to Apollo," Persephone faced him. "And what did you give him in return?"

I cant hold it. He let it go. Each thrust sent her chest forward. In that moment, across the country, the Golden State bridge crumbled. He laid down on the bed. She followed placing her head on his chest. Was it possible for Demon to experience heaven? He had never wanted happiness, but he imagined this is what it felt like. “Ready for that shower?” He said through a yawn, running his fingers up and down her arm? “Mmmhm. You wanna come?” she asked.

He would live with this regret until he was able to rectify it. “Alright. What did you mean when you said we should have allowed him to die with something?” Heimdall asked. “He wanted to know where Apollo was, didn’t he? You could have told him that at least.” Poseidon replied. “Oh? That Apollo is on Planet Celestial and keeping watch over Zeus? Why would that matter? He will not get the chance to reveal this information for the next few several millennia. Telling him means nothing. Did imprisonment soften your heart?” Heimdall chuckled.

Something I would have completely missed if I wasn’t already staring at him. “So it’s settled then. No more trying to kill each other.” I nodded in agreement. Our laughter quickly came to a halt as Garren and Perseus entered the room again. Garren's eyes narrowed on Apollo before he looked at me. Perseus gripped his shoulder tightly as if he was preparing to hold him back. The purple glow returned to his eyes as he returned his focus to Apollo’s. Garren shrugged Perseus’s hand off his shoulder. Closing his eyes before blowing out a long breath.

He handed Aaron a tub of pills and he smiled at me. Don took the doctors suitcase and supplies and escorted him out. Aaron pulled over the blanket and sat next to me. I looked over to see a young guy come over to me, smiling. "Well isn't this a pleasant way to meet the Luna." He chuckled. I smiled up at him awkwardly. "Hi, the name is Helena. What would yours be?" I tried lifting up, but Aaron didn't let me. He moved the pillows onto the backboard of the bed and helped me lean against it.

"The scout ship is entering the mesosphere. She's coming in hot—too hot. I don't think she can slow down." "Can we match her trajectory?" "I can try." Katherine's hands flew across the control interface. "Haley, I need you focused. If this goes wrong—" "Chaos powers ready to go weird!" Haley was strapped into a specially reinforced seat, looking equal parts terrified and thrilled. "I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm ready to do it!" Marcus and Charon flanked the cockpit entrance, weapons ready. The assassin had insisted on joining—"intelligence gathering," he'd called it, though Jack suspected simple curiosity.