Apollo X Hyacinthus Novels & Stories

"Nesrin, repeat after me. I, Nesrin Bloodstone, vow to take care of you, love you, and honour you from this life and into the next." "I, Nesrin Bloodstone, vow to take care of you, love you, and honour you from this life and into the next," I repeated, the words flowing from my lips without hesitation. A warmth washed over me, a soft glow forming between Apollo and me as our souls became further intertwined. I gasped as I felt his power mix with my own. Our hearts and souls were now attached for all of eternity. My eyes never left Apollo's as the magic swirled around us.

“To unlock the true power of the Luna. The prophecy you’ve been hearing about—it’s not just about your rise as Luna of Silverclaw. It’s much bigger than that. Your bloodline holds the key to controlling a force that could either save or destroy the werewolf world.” My heart stuttered in my chest. “What do you mean, destroy?” Kael’s expression was grave. “The prophecy speaks of a great power, one that can either unite the werewolf packs under a single ruler or plunge them into endless war. Draven seeks this power, but he’s blind to the true cost. You, Seraphina—you are the Luna mentioned in the prophecy, and this artifact is the first of three keys needed to unlock that power.” Ethan’s jaw ti

I was the one who broke Apollo's heart. He was the golden heir of the Sun, my childhood love, and I pushed him away so hard that I drove him all the way to the frozen wastes beyond the North Wind. He stayed there for eight years. Now he was back. He had a new nymph goddess by his side, and they were going to hold their sacred divine marriage right here in our polis. That same week, the temple oracle gave me my final prophecy: I had three months left to live. When my mother wheeled me outside to see him, Apollo's mouth curled into that cruel, mocking smile I remembered all too well. His dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, taking in the wheelchair, the thinness of my arms, and the ghost-

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..."

Arlan informed Nathaniel. Nathaniel clenched his teeth as he kicked his leg in the air. "Fuck! I knew that woman Kira was going to be a problem for us and for this reason, we'll have to take care of her first before she becomes an even bigger problem for us. Did they get any information from Gaius?" Nathaniel asked. "Not at all. Dante said that Gauis preferred the option of death instead of telling them anything about us but it seems they already know we are not friends with the sun because they had kicked him out to the sun and they made him burn into ashes," Arlan informed.

He practically questioned the decision of a God of the werewolf, the Demon Akheron. “For that, my child. Only Demon Akheron and Moon Goddess herself knew the answer. Or you don’t believe in Moon Goddess anymore?” “Well, I believe in hell, coz here I am.” Hybrid Antara and his smart mouth. If it wasn’t because of his smart mouth, he wouldn’t involve with Demon Anwir and be stuck in hell, for maybe later went back from hell, to go back to Liberty City and settled his unfinished business. Hybrid Crystal only shook her head, amazed by how Hybrid Antara was a resemblance to Demon Akheron even in the way he spoke.

My feet touched the ground, but my knees wobbled, unsteady. "Who are you?” I whispered. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled back his hood. The firelight caught his features, and my breath hitched. Strong jawline. High cheekbones. A scar cutting across his brow, stopping just short of piercing his blue eyes—eyes that burned, even in the dim light. I knew those eyes. I had seen them before. The words caught in my throat. My heart hammered. Phanos. A name I had buried. A name that should have belonged to someone else—someone lost to time, to fate, to the cruel whims of the Moon Goddess.

Jace was his business rival and he wouldn't hesitate to try to mess with Seth. "What? The ladies aren't beautiful enough or are you just trying to act like a saint?" Jace asked again and Seth glared at him, causing him to chuckle as he zipped his lips. He placed his AirPods back in his ears when he heard the bidder signify the last girl to be auctioned. Finally, he thought, it was finally over. He returned his attention to his phone when the scent suddenly hit him and his head shot up in an instant. He could smell a werewolf in that vicinity and he could tell it was a female. His eyes landed on the lady in the transparent glass and he froze.

Alexander replied, while chucking. He opened the door, without hesitation. I stepped inside to be met with an annoyed Adonis. Alexander clearly slumped on the couch, while I took a seat opposite Adonis. "You can leave now." Adonis asked Alexander, while eying me carefully. "Yes Ozymandius" Alexander replied in a gruff voice while walking out the door. So his name was Ozymandius? "Ozymandius" I tested on my lips. I looked at Adonis - I mean Ozymandius, who had his eyes shining golden.

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."