Romans & histoires Apollo's Symbol

“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?”

"You can't go, Apollo! It's too dangerous! The Rogues could end up killing you!" He turned to her, his tone cold and indifferent. "Fighting the Rogues is my duty. Not to mention, they killed my mate. I'll never let them go." She screamed in anger, "You're doing all this for Nora! What's so special about her that you'd risk your life just to find her?" Apollo slung his backpack over his shoulder and said only one thing, "She's my destined mate. She's irreplaceable." With that, he led his team and flashed out of the pack, vanishing from sight in an instant.

For the life of me, I never would have fucking anticipated this. On the dancefloor, someone scrawled the symbol of the Five Alphas into the marble floors: it is an infinity symbol with a line running through it and five short lines running parallel to where the symbol intersects. But it’s not this that has our attention; it is the fact that over the Five Alphas symbol, someone drew a large Omega symbol in Volkov wolf blood. This might mean nothing to others, but those of lycanthrope blood know that the Omega symbol for the Greek God Ares implies war.

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

And damn it, no other symbol to match that symbol. “You slander me! I don't know anything. The intruders probably wore that symbol on purpose to make me a scapegoat!” she defended herself. "Let me go!" "Is it true?" Apollo shoved the symbol into his trouser pocket. “Then let's prove it! I'll make you talk the truth." "What do you mean?" Candy screamed as he held her hands, tearing her suits and leaving her uncovered. Her soft skin filled Apollo's gaze. He butted and bite her neck, then at her pink cotton. When she squirmed, he would hold her so she couldn't move. Even when she moaned, he would cover her mouth to keep her from making a sound.

“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."

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.” Standing up straight, I moved from peering around Ambrogio, as I looked over to see my Uncle Bishop ready to pounce on Apollo at any moment, but I knew that if he was going to have a fighting chance to sink his teeth into Apollo’s flesh, I had to help him. Pulling the sunstone and the telus over my head, I felt their power radiating from them as they touched the bare flesh of my chest.

His arms wrapped in my waist, I leaned my head on his side and sighed contentedly. "Did you know that the god Apollo was a patron of lovers too?" Iñigo spoke making me look up to him "The old stories stated that in honor for his love for Daphne, he would offer lovers his blessings during sunset. Hence, many couples celebrate their wedding close to sunset to bless their wedding and bind their promises."

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

I retort through mindlink and Michael just chuckles. "I believe grandpa Apollo mi querida princessa. He is not the god of trickery. He is a healer and that means he takes no pleasure in people's suffering. Therefore, I believe him." I try to think of a smart come back but with one look into his eyes, I see no deception in them. So, I keep mum. Everyone stares at Apollo without saying a word.