Apollo X Percy Novels & Stories

“Apollo, we meant every word. I know he’ll eventually understand, but it’s going to be hard at first. I know that there are things that you can keep a secret from him, including this conversation, so please help him through his pain because he won’t be able to comprehend it.” Apollo nodded. “It’s been a pleasure, Alpha Denice. You’ll make one hell of an Alpha one day, even if you already are. Take care and may the Moon Goddess be with you both.” Apollo then retreated and gave up his control. Derreck’s emerald-green eyes were back.

It didn’t make what we had anything more than a pretty lie. “Haile,” said my dad warmly, gesturing for me to sit. I smiled at him, saw our secret burning in his eyes, and took a seat as everyone in the meeting room turned their gazes to Ares. “And our Young Luna’s mate,” Dad added, “the Alpha of the Winterpaw Warrior Pack, Ares.” “Good morning.” Ares’s voice was smooth and rich – entirely at odds with the rough rasp it had been outside. Had he been nervous?

Alcina can barely hold on to her sword as it is, while still maintaining her tenuous hold on one of Orion’s spikes to steady herself on her back. A pair of arrows whistle as they just barely miss her cheek, her hair whipping upwards from the projectiles spinning past her just a millimeter away from her skin. “Pay attention,” Percy says from the ground, where he stands, perfectly relaxed with his hands tucked into his pockets - not at all unlike the form he’d assumed, that day of the ruinous wedding. Darla, seated beside him still in her panther’s form, licks her lips in a manner that sends a shiver down Alcina’s back.

At Perun, the king of the giants Perun stood on the balcony of his room, looking outside, his eyes wandering into nothingness. He could not pass by that mermaid who was in the arms of Alpha Lucian. "Don't think about it too much" A voice from behind him forced him to come out of his contemplation and turn to the person who was standing behind him "How did you get in here, and who allowed you to do so?" Matthew gave a wry smile as he looked at perun, who was looking at him in annoyance

But it didn't seem like I had a room to argue. "You will. But not now. Right now, we are about to experience the effects of a perigee which means you, me and your mother are about to reach the peak of our power. So you need to get ready to go back and have a good chat with Alpha Nightwalker." He said in a serious manner, looking deep into my eyes. "But papa I-"

Meg’s POV “What do you want- omega?” Chris spits out at me, his mouth twisting in a snarl. Chris is a gamma, and his power gets to his fathead sometimes. No, he isn’t overweight, he’s just stupid. Gammas are in line for beta-ship, so they hold power in their aura. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, and then omega, in that order. A luna rules by the alpha’s side.

She stretched, wriggling in their grip; they just tightened their fingers, pressing hard enough to leave bruises, and smirked at her. “Attach her to the altar,” said Apollo, the command ringing in his voice. Peverton moved to stand beside it. His eagerness shone in his hazel eyes, making them widen in excitement as his sacrifice was tethered to the flat stone. His ginger hair crackled, flame-like, about his head; his robes, purple today, rustled about his calves, in that ever-present, unreal wind that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

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.

these were the headings everywhere. Since that day, Sophie made it her job to taunt Athena using Azazel’s name. Athena had no understanding of why. Athena kept her distance from her family; she would only talk when necessary, do the chores she was meant to do, and quietly retire to her room. Cleon became a hot-headed teenager; he had a huge fan following as he was always associated with the Dubois name while Athena was still in the shadows, and very few people knew that she existed. Athena was thrilled because she knew Cleon would get great opportunities and reach heights if he hung out with the elites. That is what she wanted for him, a successful life.

He looked like he was having a hard time reminiscing about its history. Aphrodite came to the rescue, "Right! Most of us have been friends since then. We grew up in slums, doing different jobs in order to survive and fulfill the needs of our rumbling stomachs. Me, being the face of cybersex, Dionysus... who used to rob the general's main house, Hermes and Ares as the known thieves in town, and then there's Zeus who abducted people for ransom... Athena who was once a stripper, Apollo as a drug addict..." My widening eyes went to Apollo. He smiled as he waved at me. "And Poseidon... the sex slave." What...