Apollo Greek Myth Novels & Stories

They felt as if their dead motivation came to life again. They felt as if god came down from heaven himself to rescue them. At that moment he was no less than god to them. For them, he was the living image of a god. Tears of joy begin to roll from the eyes of the first warrior and he reached out to touch Zieve's feet. Zieve stopped him from doing that and instead hugged him. The first warrior said that he was no less than a god to them for knows that he must have fallen into the enemy' s trap willingly... risking his own life only to save them. The other two warriors also expressed their gratitude towards their leader. They also knew Zieve and had worked with him too, but not as much as the

Her voice was patient but firm, and she shot Hermes a warning glare that made him shrink back slightly. "And you - stop encouraging her predatory instincts. It's bad enough Zeus thinks you're an idiot without giving our newest member ideas." Hermes muttered something under his breath that sounded like "wasn't encouraging anything" but wisely didn't say it aloud. Apollo chuckled softly from behind them, leaning against a nearby column with crossed arms, his lyre resting beside him on a stone pedestal. The sun god's golden hair seemed to glow with its own light as he offered me a warm smile.

Olivia yelled at Narcissa and Tristan. “You,” she pushed Narcissa and Tristan behind her standing as a shield, protecting her like Athena carried some disease. “Don’t come close to my daughter or my sons. Stay away from them” Olivia grabbed Athena’s arm tight. Athena was too shocked to react, and Cleon started crying amidst the chaos. Athena gulped her saliva down as Olivia looked intimidating. “Murderer and a gold digger,” Olivia yelled in Athena’s face, digging her sharp nails into Athena’s arms and scratching the skin.

Apollo blinked a few times before answering. “Artemis is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the moon… even childbirth and chastity.” “I knew it!” Summer cheered, grinning at Artemis. “I should call you a goddess! You’re so pretty, just like her!” “Does that mean you’ll call me Uncle God?” Apollo piped up. Summer wrinkled her nose. “But you’re not a god.” “Yeah, but Apollo is a god—and he’s handsome.” “But you’re not as cool as him.”

Basil answered. “That’s Aquarius. Do you know about him?” Basil shook his head. “Well Aquarius is Latin for ‘cup bearer’ or ‘water bearer.’ The story of Aquarius in Greek mythology is that there was a beautiful Phrygian boy, Ganymede, who was carried off to Mount Olympus by an eagle and he became the cupbearer to Zeus. And he became the representation of Aquarius. In some stories they say that Zeus himself was the eagle that abducted him to Mount Olympus.” “What’s a…Phrygian?” Basil asked when Jaxsen had finished speaking.

“When Kassandra refused his advances, Apollo cursed her. She would always speak the truth—always see the future—but no one would believe her. She warned Troy. She saw the horse. They ignored her.” “What happened to her?” asks one of the Egyptian gods—Thoth, I think, though with the number of deities in this room, it’s a little hard to keep track. “Agamemnon took her as a concubine,” Zeus says. “His wife killed her when they returned to Greece.” “So she’s in the Underworld?” Selene asks. Zeus nods. “And none of us can go get her?” Silence. The answer’s obvious: no. Only a few of us can move freely between realms. Thanatos. Myself. But I’d be a fool to wander into Lucifer’s domain after everyt

“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?”

Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable. The silence was broken by Hera, her voice sharp as a blade. "His curse grows stronger day by day, Luna," she said, using the name they reserved for Selene. Her golden crown caught the starlight as she leaned forward. "I thought you said he had found his mate. Why does the fire of destruction still burn within him?"

Because I’m about to meet a god. Hermes. Greek and Roman mythology has always fascinated me—especially considering my connection to Selene—but Hermes? That’s one god I never wanted to meet in person. The Divine Trickster. He stole Apollo’s sacred cattle as a newborn. Helped design Pandora with a deceitful heart and then let her loose on mankind. He’s not known for playing fair—or playing nice. So yeah, I’m uneasy. When Alex turns to ask if I’m ready, I don’t even correct him for calling me little brother.

I praise her in return, “So here's what the Alpha told me. He wants information on a group called The Feral and the leader of the group. A woman named Cora, who may have magical abilities. He didn’t say she is a witch, but maybe?” “I don’t know about the name Cora, but I think I saw a book in Alpha Bronx’s private library that referenced Agrios. I know it's an old Greek word, hmm let me do a quick internet search,” she flips open her laptop and starts typing. After a moment, she turns the screen toward me, “The word itself means wild or savage, but in Greek mythology, there was a Gigantes created to fight the Olympian gods during the Giant War, named Agrios. He was supposed to replace the Mo