Apollo Chariot の小説・ストーリー

"You can both come with us here. The helicopter is large enough for all of us." Zamantha and Mrs. Zenaida Lavigne nodded without hesitation even though both of them weren't actually sure who the bloody hell was Apollo. No one was still introducing him to them. Apollo even offered his hands to Zamantha and Mrs. Zenaida Lavigne to help them climb the stairs of the military helicopter. Afterwards, Apollo turned to Dionysus and smirked at him. "You owe me for this one, little brother." "Then, Zoey has to live first." Dionysus clenched his jaw and climbed the helicopter next. While Apollo hopped inside the seat beside the pilot.

My quiet voice caught Apollo's eyes, who glanced at the growing crowd with little interest. "They wish for a glimpse at this year's contestants." Apollo shrugged, "For most of them, this is as close to Iridian as they will ever get. It is up to you whether you wish to entertain them, though we are on a tight schedule." Apollo pulled the car around to the front of the building, and an explosion of light wracked my brain. Flashes of camera's exploded without warning, leaving growing white spots in my vision. Apollo seemed not to notice the bright light, and stepped from the car without hesitation.

Apollo tried to take a step forward but he stopped when Cerberus went between them, growling at Apollo. Hermes quickly pulled Apollo to his side while eyeing the beast. He knows well its capacity and although they are powerful gods, they are exempted from the hellhound's fierceness. "I didn't tell her to taste it." Persephone's tone was mocking which caused Apollo to grit his teeth. "How dare you make it as Eleena's fault? It is your fault why we are all here and why Eleena might be trapped here forever!" Apollo was not able to stop himself from pointing his finger to the underworld's queen. Not even the growling Cerberus scared him.

Then I noticed for the first time that the air around Apolyon's home is warm and smells like citrus. A carriage with four windows on either side and thick purple curtains draped across them is what we have as transportation. I took a step closer to it and froze as one out of the three horses the carriage was attached to made a noise that sounded like the roar of a lion. The sound reached beneath my skin and terrified me. At least the horses are frightening, and that might be enough to keep any other demons from trying to interfere with our trip. Apolyon pulls me closer and motions to the open door of the carriage, "After you, madam." He bows.

But, Rowan quickly caught him on his arms. They reached what Sergio is talking about and they were digging simultaneously. Apollo continued digging through his hands while Rowan looked for improvised shovel. He found a dustpan and let Apollo used it. It took them three minutes to dig the charcoal hut, until they saw a sack that’s not moving. However as soon as Rowan jumped under, Apollo fell unconscious, beside Elias.

ared fiercely at Apollo. Apollo's hackles stood up on the back of his neck and back as he got ready to attack the bear. Before Atlas could take control, Apollo charged at the bear and jumped for his jugular. The bear threw his huge front up in the air and hit Apollo on the shoulder as Apollo collided into the bear's neck. The bear's sharp claws tore and threw Apollos' flesh, but he didn't care nor did he feel it. Apollo got back up and charged the bear again. This time they both sank their canines into each other. But the bear bite was right where Apollo's spine was. When the bear bit done harder Apollo screamed out intense pain. The bear was just about to break Apollo's back when the bear p

“Yes. Paragon, my brother Elysium, and I are all literate. My uncle Apollo taught us about a thousand years ago. We learned to read Greek, Olde English, and Sanskrit. Mostly poetic shit since Uncle Apollo is the God of Poetry.” “He says about a thousand years ago? Paragon, Elysium… that’s his brother, and him.” I talk while he is explaining himself. I pause when I realize what he just said. “Apollo? Something about being related? Slow down, Z. Greek, English, and Sanskrit? Bro, you’re related to Apollo? Sick.” “Like I said.” Paragon huffs at Lucas. “Alexiares and Anicetus are sons of Hercules. They are demigods. Zion and Elysium are their wolves. Zeus is their grandfather; ergo Apollo is the

The sound of chariots could be heard in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. As we reached the entrance, our beta, James, approached us. "Alphas, everything's set. The guests are starting to arrive." I nodded, feeling a surge of anticipation. This gathering was crucial for our pack's alliances and future. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the long night ahead. The first chariot came into view, drawn by four white horses, their coats gleaming in the fading light. The chariot's intricate designs sparkled, and I could see the emblem of the Moonlight Pack emblazoned on the side.

Mercy always left fingerprints. When they did, Apollo intended to be there. And he intended to make sure that whoever was foolish enough to give Adelaide hope learned exactly how the Devil repaid trespass. Because if someone could stand where he stands, even for a breath, then the prophecy wasn’t only about crowns and chains. It was about challengers. And Apollo had never shared a throne.

"But for now, I have a mission I must accomplish." The warriors nodded, their faces serious. "We will wait for your return, Alpha," one of them said. David's eyes scanned the group, his gaze lingering on each warrior before moving on. "I need a chariot," he said finally, his voice firm. "The best one you have." The warriors exchanged glances, their faces filled with excitement. "Follow us, Alpha," one of them said, gesturing for David to follow. Ashley and Leo trailed behind David, their eyes fixed on the warriors as they led them to a magnificent chariot. It was crafted from dark wood and gleaming silver, its design a testament to the skill of the werewolf craftsmen.