Apollo Chariot Novels & Stories

"The Phantom has been working in the shadows for years, slowly building an army of loyal followers. They’ve been infiltrating packs, sowing discord, and eliminating those who oppose their vision. Their ultimate goal is to create a new order where they rule over all packs with an iron fist." Sylvester's jaw tightened. "Why should we trust you? How do we know you're not part of their plan?" Alaric met his gaze without flinching. "I was once a part of their organization," he admitted. "But I left when I saw the true extent of their ambitions. I couldn't stand by and watch them destroy everything we hold dear. I have information that can help you, but you have to act quickly. The Phantom is plan

Chances are, we can end Ares before they come sniffing around. Let’s do it. Adolf growls again, ready to end Ares. We turn in that direction, but Adolf doesn’t move. He sees what I see: warriors surrounding Apollo and Akia. I watch Apollo pick her up and hold her tight. His eyes glaze over as he mindlinks his guards. He must think I’m close, so he isn’t speaking out loud.

With a powerful swing he intercepted Apollo’s spear, grunting as he trapped the spear with the curve of his sickle before sending it flying into the rapidly approaching halberd. “Tsk. You really have no blind spots huh.” Apollo scoffed. While it was a rumour amongst the gods that Horus was a god with 360 battle vision, Apollo was never going to take the rumours seriously unless he confirmed it for himself. After all, there were also rumours that Ares had some kindness in him and had once spared a planet he had conquered, but Apollo knew that was absolutely false. It seemed that Horus’ rumour, however, was true.

Apollo always eats outdoors with Epifanio or clients. "You ride with me; we're going to the same destination," Apollo said before Melody got into her car. "No, I can drive. I don't want to talk about us; remember our deal? Our staff should not know about us.” Melody responded and got inside. Apollo did nothing more. So he got into his car. Before it even left, Apollo noticed the wheel behind it. "It looks like you're falling for me. Your car's rear tire is flat," he said, still looking at the wheel.

"Very well, it's the will of the fates. Come then." Apollo took Phaethon to the stable of the sun, and there the boy saw the giant fire-white horses being harnessed to the great golden chariot of his father. Huge, flame-like manes with hot yellow eyes, they were named, Pyroeis, Eous, Aethon, Phlegon. They were being harnessed by a Titan, tall as a tree, and dressed in asbestos armor with the helmet of tinted crystal against the glare. The sun chariot was an open shell of gold. Each wheel was the flat round disk of the sun as it is seen in the sky.

Apollo smiled, a slightly satisfied smile. "If I've chosen what I need, I think it's time for me to return." Hector replied. Apollo nodded, before letting them both leave, Apollo carefully gave Mathew a jar of holy wine that he used to drink to heal his wounds, then the two left the heart of the Hill, continued. arduous journey to find Pan's flute.

the manager’s body trembled even more as he finished talking. Then he began to bow repeatedly while rattling off. “Thank you! Thank you Young Master I will give my life to you.” After sorting out some other stuff Apollo finally left the harbor and was now heading home. He still wanted to know who exactly it was that would steal his things then return it. What games were they playing at? Turning into his drive way he saw a car parked at his gate. Damnit he really wasn’t in the mood to entertain, plus no one had called to say they were coming over so who was it?

The ground continued to tremble beneath our feet as more poured through the forest, bringing with them that vile scent. I froze mid-battle, taking in the sheer number of them. There were too many for us to fight. In seconds we would be overwhelmed. In minutes, we’d all be dead. I had no way to communicate with the other contestants, to tell them that we needed to run and get out of here, so I did the only thing I could think of. I threw back my head and unleashed a deafening howl. It was a soul-piercing sound reserved solely for when an Alpha or Luna met their end. Never had it been used for anything else. The howl captured the attention of the other contestants, and even a few of the rogues

He merely stared at Apollo, but even this simple gaze exerted immense pressure on Apollo. "Chase, don't push me. If you push me too far, we'll both die together!" Apollo threatened through gritted teeth. "Are you referring to this?" Chase replied calmly while raising his hand. The Chamilia Bead that had been in Apollo's hand was now in Chase's. Apollo stared at his empty palm in shock. He stammered as he pointed at Chase, unable to form coherent words.

I was the one who broke Apollo's heart. He was the golden heir of the Sun, my childhood love, and I pushed him away so hard that I drove him all the way to the frozen wastes beyond the North Wind. He stayed there for eight years. Now he was back. He had a new nymph goddess by his side, and they were going to hold their sacred divine marriage right here in our polis. That same week, the temple oracle gave me my final prophecy: I had three months left to live. When my mother wheeled me outside to see him, Apollo's mouth curled into that cruel, mocking smile I remembered all too well. His dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, taking in the wheelchair, the thinness of my arms, and the ghost-