Apollo's Story Novels & Stories

But at that moment, they received the good news. Almost raising his hands up, Apollo declared, “Everything I said was true! They met on the first day, got married on the next day, and then moved in straight away!” As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a death glare aimed at him. When Abel gave him a hard, cold look, Apollo, being a fence-sitter, immediately defected. “Don’t worry, I didn’t say who it is! You are free to reveal it whenever you want! No, your wife is free to reveal herself whenever she wants to!”

“I, Alpha King Apollo Nix Ursa son of Zeus the God of War and Selene the Moon Goddess, reject your rejection as my mate Alpha Princess Fallon Marie Vault. I’ll never accept a mate that isn’t you. I’ll never leave you. We will get past my mistake. We will raise our child and make sure our people are safe. I made a horrible mistake, but I promise to make it up to you everyday from this day forward.” Apollo lifted the sleeping Fallon from the floor and carried her bridal style to the bed. He walked to their child’s crib and lifted the sleeping infant from the crib. When he turned around, all the child’s necessities materialized within the room. He thanked his mother once again. He changed his l

Lux My body went cold at the mention of his name. His scent isn’t here though, but maybe things like that change in the spirit world. But he’s the last person I want to be around. If Rion’s words were true then why would I be in front of Apollo. I try not to stutter as I ask< “Wh…what’s your name?” He chuckles before answering me, “Apollo or Apollon whatever you prefer. I’m the god of prophecy and oracles and music, song, and poetry. Of archery, healing, plague, and disease, and the protection of young!”

If I died, so did his curse. Taylor looked at me expectantly as she chewed her burger. If she had been properly trained, she would know my history, though she may not be aware that I was the one the history spoke of. I sighed deeply, considering where to start. I didn’t want to let her any further into my past than necessary. That was a recipe for disaster, one where I succumbed to the mate bond and lost yet another mortal mate. “Apollo is just one of his many names.” I finally spoke. “When I knew him, he was simply God. As your kind broke into factions, he was given many names to choose from. Apollo is just his favorite.”

Ambrogio tells Apollo, finally standing his ground against the man that took everything he ever loved away from him. Apollo let out a huff, before he says to Ambrogio, “You are no match for me, even with your army of Selene’s wolves behind you. I’m a God, and it is time to take what I want, and stop playing these games with you mortals.”

Suddenly Cleo's voice was irritating me way more than it should have, "You have no idea just how overwhelmed I was." Faking a smile the sarcasm could have swallowed me whole where I sat right about then, I had to keep my calm because no one else besides Orson, Iris, Davies, and I knew that the three of us were actually fated, mates. The only reason Davies knows is that Orson told him at the full moon run after I went into... heat.

"I will protect Lyra for all eternity. If I break this vow, may my divinity fall." The vow he had spoken so lightly in love had become his most vicious curse. Apollo’s power began to wane, day by day. His body grew weaker. He knew that if he couldn't find Lyra, his godhood would truly shatter, leaving him a powerless immortal. As he teetered on the edge of despair, an invitation arrived. Hades, Lord of the Underworld, was to hold a wedding. Apollo had no interest, but as he listlessly opened the scroll, his eyes fell upon the name of the bride.

“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?”

“Only in legends.” "Apollo was the last of his kind, a black griffon. Griffons hold the body of a lion, strong heavy muscles, and the head of an eagle with talons on his front legs. Feathers from his wings to the top of his head. He was large, just as big as any alpha dragon, and had lived a long time before finding me. Apollo waited, hoping the gods would bless him with a mate to preserve his kind. Still, he lost hope until he left his home and traveled here from the other side of the Northern Mountains. My mate wasn't sure how to approach me, how our bond would work. It was unheard of to be mated to another species at the time, so he proceeded with caution."

That meant the rest of the staff was aware as well. “Yes, Alpha.” The server went to walk away when I laughed. “Did you just take my husbands command over my own? I wasn’t aware a Luna followed the orders of an Alpha.” Luna’s were the one person on this goddess-forsaken planet that were equal to Alpha’s in every way. Our strength matched theirs. Our ferocity and protective nature were what helped us keep our pack safe. All of those qualities are what make us fit to rule at their side. At least, that’s what our history says.