Apollo's Symbol Novels & Stories

"Thank you." Apollo looked back at Dionysus, arched his eyebrows and smirked. He inserted his hands inside the pockets of his slacks before analyzing the overflowing misery and fear radiating through his little brother's eyes. "This is the first time you let yourself look vulnerable in front of me. You must really love your wife, huh? I envy you." "I love Zoey more than my own life, Apollo." "Do you want me to teach your parents a lesson, then? I can do that in just one flick of my finger. Though, I don't really hurt women. It's one of my sacred rules."

The science part along with the Gods is a bit strange, the way humans see dimensions is quite interesting and sometimes not so different from what it really is. Sure, the Sun is a star lighting up the sky, but at the same time, he is also a God, Apollo, a powerful being who if he wanted to could wipe out the Earth in just a few months, but he doesn't, his chariot is beautiful and has a glow that can blind if you look at it for too long. The dance between Apollo and the Moon is powerful, it is beautiful, it is splendid and I cannot deny, as much as I despise Selene, I cannot deny the interaction that these two Gods have with each other.

(Apollo) The air burned hotter, not with destruction, but with readiness—a heat that waited, poised on the edge of ignition. And at its centre, Apollo stood not as lover, not as beast, but as sovereign of a realm that did not yield. The projection hovered in the heated air, the eastern seam pulsing irregularly while the rest of Hell maintained its ordered geometry. Apollo did not issue another command immediately. He watched the altered sigils shift, memorising the deviation patterns before speaking again.

he replied. "Golden? What does that mean?" "It means eternal love. It's one of the most powerful kind of love, can never be broken, unless you decide to get laid by him. That was the purpose of the arrow anyways. Do this and you'd be free from Poseidon. And if I must say, Apollo is definitely a better option for you, he's much younger, and hotter. Don't go for a rigid pile of iron." He said. Suddenly, Apollo gasped and his eyes flicked open. "My love" he said with a smile as he gazed towards me.

Apollo was disheartened and lost control, I had no idea what kind of creature he was but I'm sure he wasn't a werewolf, a vampire, or a witch. Apollo's eyes blazed in anger as he slew every single one of the villagers but he never touched me, and I assumed it's because he thought I was more worthy than Saya, but I was wrong. It was so he could torture me to the point I'd wish I were dead a million times. After Apollo killed everyone he made his way to me and I trembled in fear at his expression, he's lost himself. The kind, gentle, and caring Apollo was no longer there but a vengeful beast.

I frowned while I traced my finger on the curls and leaves, taking in the symbol. “Uh Alisa,” Kyle squirmed uncomfortably, “It tickles” “Oh, sorry,” I retreated hastily but the frown remained, “What’s that?” “This?” he looked down at his arm, “It’s the symbol of Demeter acknowledging that I’m her property” “I haven’t heard something like that before. Do Gods do that?”

“Many believed that white and gold had won tonight’s round, but for me, it was red. Red symbolized a lot. For some, it was love but it could also mean revenge and fire. I would like to believe you returned because of those reasons. You were as fiery as the color of Blade’s suit the night we saw you again. “That time, your fur may be white, but your eyes were red, they were screaming at us, mocking us for the choices we made, and yet, despite your misgivings, you continued to rule and protect us. And whether you did what you did out of love or revenge, we will still be eternally grateful to you, your majesty.” I looked away and hid my smile. I didn’t expect Apollo to be this attentive to deta

Ansel may have slackened his hands at his side, but the curling of his fingers to a fist is unmistakable. “Too bad you’re not in the dungeons, Alpha.” Apollo pointed his chin all the way to the south of the pack’s territory, as if he could see and sniff Alpha Alain all the way from here. “You should’ve been there when we fucked your Slaves and Omegas one by one.” Another snickering laugh rumbled from the two. There was only the howling wind around them. Even with the torches warming the air, the nightly wind being close to the Verdean Forest did not balk down.

I lick Apollo’s mark and look over at them. “Well if we didn’t know it before we sure do now,” Colton says getting to the shower with a slight huff. “Did you just double mark Apollo?” Dalton asks. “She was getting me back for playing with her mark,” Apollo gets our between gasps for air. “Know what?” I ask thrusting on Apollo once more before I stand. “What do you know?” “That Apollo is your main man and we are just accessories,” Colton looks me in the eye drying off.

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.