Apollo's Story Novels & Stories

Apollo’s demand and request. Mr. Apollo returned to his wife. He seized his wife into his comforting but somewhat trembling hug. Hearing the doctor’s explanations, Mrs. Columba could simply be weeping in her extreme depression and frustration. “Oh, what should we do if something awful happens to Erito and Eriwan, Apollo? What should we do? I can’t live without them, Apollo… I really can’t survive without them…” wept Mrs. Columba drowning herself in her extreme depression, gloom, sadness and misery.

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.

The kind, gentle, and caring Apollo was no longer there but a vengeful beast. Apollo locked me up in a cave for weeks without any food with only a sip of water. Every time he'd come back, he'd pull a single nail off my finger which made me scream in pain. He's been searching for Saya and her childhood friend's whereabouts for weeks and obviously, he found nothing.

Apollo was a good man and would treat and protect her well. “How are things going? I asked her. “Is everyone settling in okay? Do you have everything you need?” “Yes, your majesty. Apollo went hunting for us so we have plenty of meat and all the supplies you had ready have been very helpful.” She took a breath before she continued. “Everyone can breathe easier now.” “I’m sure everything will be even better once the men are reunited with their families.” I paused for a moment before I asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up with this group?”

It was the morning of the grand Pack Union gala, the exact day my life had started to spiral down into hell. I stared at the screen, my chest heaving as the truth began to sink in. I didn't know how this was possible, but as the pain of Cassian's knife slowly faded from my throat, a dark, suffocating rage took its place. The deep heartbreak that had shattered my soul in the woods hardened into a cold, lethal focus. If the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance, I wasn't going to spend it crying over the monster who slaughtered my unborn pup. I was going to make them bleed for every single drop of blood they spilled.

I gulped and mustered the strength to ask again, “Who are you?” His grip on me tightened, making me bite my lower lip. He leaned his head forward, making me feel his warm breath on my ears. He whispered, “You’ll die if you knew.” Staying here in the Olympus is the only certain decision I ever made in my life. But now that I encounter a man who possesses what I fear the most, a man who wields fire, and a man who can play with flames and danger, I know that my life is in doom.

Lucian looked out across the trees “ Just thinking.” Athena stepped into view accidentally. Lucian’s eyes snapped towards her. Then, slowly, he leaned down and kissed Helena full on the mouth. Athena stood frozen, Helena smiled against his lips. Triumphant. Lucian pulled back, not looking at Helena, but at Athena. Athena turned and fled. —————— She couldn’t take it anymore. The moon had risen, and the halls were mostly quiet. Athena waited near the corridor for Lucian’s chambers, where she’d seen Helena disappear just an hour ago.

“Mr. Apollo might look boring on the surface, since he hardly does anything except work. But he’s a very interesting man. Do you know how people describe him?” I paused, waiting. “A cold-blooded demon with nothing to lose, because he already lost the most important person to him.” He didn’t need to say her name. Everyone knew. Elodie. Apollo’s late wife. The woman who died in that accident ten years ago. “After she died, he never showed interest in anyone else. So if he’s finally interested in someone now…everyone will want to know who the woman is.”

I began, my mind freezing completely, until Apollo stepped in with impressive ease. "We met in Greece," he said without hesitation, like he'd rehearsed the story for months. "That's where the nicknames come from, in case you're wondering. We've called each other that ever since. Aphrodite was touring ancient temples, photographing ruins and I…" he smiled, "I was trying to impress a beautiful tourist I'd just seen arguing about mythology with the local guide." I stared at him, surprised, but his expression was so convincing that for a second I almost believed the story myself. I quickly joined in.

Not only that, a single day never passed that she wasn't beaten by one of them as they must always see one or two things to hold her responsible. “Enough is enough!” She wanted to scream out those words to her father but she couldn't as she knew that would be the end of her. She has always hoped to marry the person the moon goddess already arranged for her but she never expected that her father would want to marry her off to the lunatic Alpha who always kills his wife after three months of marriage. “Why do you find it difficult to understand me? Isn't it enough that you killed your mother? Now, you're trying to do the same to me!”