Novel & Cerita Apollo's Story

Apollo pushes Callahan and in one swift move, flipped him over. Now he was on top and grinning. "Baby what's the rush? Why don't you tell me about Paris." Callahan's hunger-filled eyes peered into Apollo's soul. "Don't play, "he said. Apollo giggles at the man's seriousness. "Uuuuh my prince is starving, "he said as he took off his shirt.

“ You’re insane,” I blurted out after what Alpha Nicholas said. Apollo is the god of prophecy, he’s well know to help the wolves in their battle against the rogues and wars. No one ever saw him but the history tells that once upon a time, he descended to the mountain of Ollyan to live as a human.

I demanded, struggling against his grip and managing to step on his right foot, forcing him to release me. "Shh, don't make a sound," he hushed me, placing a finger to his lips. His piercing blue eyes shone in the darkness as he stood before me. "What are you doing here? Didn't Ryder ban you from entering his pack?" I asked, puzzled. "I am Apollo, the alpha of all alphas. Who is Ryder to me? His banishment had no real effect on me. I chose to leave him alone for a while, but now I can't do that anymore," he explained, gripping my wrist and attempting to pull me away from the field.

It was full of pain. "That day he came here to apologize, Apollo was here listening. He recognized Anastacio because this was the last he saw when his father died. Apollo is the only son of your father's stepbrother, Hades…" When I heard that, I quickly turned to him. "W-what are you saying?"

But unfortunately, Proserpina wasn’t interested to hear remotely anything about the tales of Apollo’s past lovers… all who usually met such tragic ends. Without a word, Proserpina snaps her fingers and the god of the sun startles at the sudden, sharp noise. Apollo slightly shakes his head, effectively snapping him out of whatever day-dream his mind seemed to have conjured up out of nowhere, stalking closer and placing both of his hands on her shoulders. Looming over her still-seated form, Apollo easily towered over her, blocking the light and covering her in his shadow. Proserpina was immediately tempted to melt into it.

Old instinct surfacing before reason. “She stood where you stand now. Defiant. Unafraid.” A bitter edge threaded through the memory. Adelaide’s throat tightened. “And then?” she asked. Apollo closed his eyes, just for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze drifted past her, past the throne room, past the mountain itself. The air thickened with heat and something sharper—old grief, old fury, the kind that never cools, no matter how many centuries pass. “Then,” he said, “someone lied.”

~Akia~ We walk in the forest, the canopy of trees blocking the sun just enough so we aren’t blinded by it. The tour was great. I loved all of the side stories that Apollo told me about the things they did growing up. I swear he has a memory for almost every spot on these lands. There’s one thing I noticed, and it makes me question a few things. “Can I ask you something?” “You can ask me anything.” “While you were telling me those stories about growing up, I noticed that Ares wasn’t in many of them. Do you two not get along?” Apollo sighs and shifts his hand on my back.

Well, after finding out I was safe and didn't need to call the cops, long story short, Zara suggested I tell Zeus to let her come stay here too, but, Hera was strongly against another female mortal on Mount Olympia. Now I am finding it difficult to get rid of an obsessive Apollo! All thanks to Eros. And Poseidon, don't even get me started. It was like they were competing. I acknowledge the fact that Apollo was under a love spell, so he didn't have so much control on what he did, or his actions. But Poseidon, I don't even understand what had gotten into him! He always had different ways to try to woo me. A day before, he made pancakes, well, I'd refused, and tried to walk away, but he'd event

Before I begin the tale, let us bow our heads or raise our hands. Whatever your belief, close your eyes even for a minute and pray to be guided, and pray to never be as deceived and misled as Aphrodite got deluded. Turn around now, leave this book behind and never open it again for it is bad luck on your soul. It has been foretold that once you begin to read the tale of Aphrodite you are unable to stop until the very end.

That young man was the god Apollo. “It's a god, Hector…Apollo…” Mathew stammered now, perhaps realizing it was because he had been told about this sun god. However, unlike the description of the heat of the sun, the god Apollo appeared extremely gentle and gentle, he only smiled at the two brave heroes of Hill village and quickly gestured to follow him.