Apollos Heart Novels & Stories

"The 'Kill Team' goes through the mines. Me, you, Jax, Cole, and a dozen of our best scouts. We find the Heart of the Mountain, we find your father, and we use the vial." "It’s a long shot," Silas said, crossing his arms. "If the Hybrid fails, we’re all exposed." "She won't fail," Dominic said. It wasn't a boast. It was a fact. After the meeting, the compound fell into silence. Wolves were eating their "last meal," checking their boots, and saying quiet goodbyes. I went to my room to get the silver vial. I had tucked it into a velvet pouch to keep it safe. As I touched it, the glass felt warm. It pulsed in time with my own heart.

"It's contagious, apparently. You should be more careful who you let catch it." He laughed, pulling me close, and I found myself thinking, not for the first time, about how strange and wonderful it was to watch happiness ripple outward from a single desperate contract signed less than a year earlier — Sofia finally letting herself want something back from Griffith, Eleanor softening week by week into a woman who called just to talk rather than only to strategize, my own father laughing again in a way I hadn't heard since before his stroke. "Do you think it's always like this?" I asked Damien later that night, curled against his side in bed. "Once you let one person in properly, everyone arou

I knew if I didn’t act, that rage would eat her alive, poison every happy moment of her childhood. Let me carry it instead, I thought. All the anger, all the pain—leave her out of it. “Anyway,” Apollo said, clearing his throat to break the silence. “Want to know what I’m the god of?” “What, Uncle Handsome?” Summer perked up, her earlier request already forgotten. I let out a long breath of relief and mouthed thank you to Apollo. He winked. “Lots of things! Apollo is the god of light, poetry, prophecies, music, dance, truth… even healing and diseases.”

Genesis’s voice echoed in my mind, the words she had whispered to me back in the conference room earlier. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but today is the day Apollo lost his ex-wife and his unborn child. And as usual, your man will overwork himself just to forget about it. But if there’s anyone who can bring him out of his shell, that person is you, Grace. Good luck.” I sighed again, deeper this time. I didn't know. I didn't know that today was the day that changed his life forever until Genesis told me. Apollo was the kind of man who never let his emotions show. He locked them away in a box so tightly sealed that no one could tell what was inside, and opening it felt impossible, e

We cared for each other, and it's the main reason we kept on checking on one another. Then I looked at Apollo This guy who keeps on turning me on, fucking me the way he wants with gently and care… the way he handles my body and everything… I don't know what I feel anymore. I don't know who owns my heart if it's Apollo or Harley— I still don't know. He awakens every single part of my personality that had been locked for a very long time. I never thought I would be able to unlock it. "Hmmm," he grunted as I caressed his cheeks.

I asked, He took a deep breath before telling me, “Apollo is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, which is Spilt or Multiple Personality disorder, from the age of 7…” he glanced at Romulus and continued, ”...he had been through physical and emotional abuse and also depression at the early age....which caused his first alternate to appear, which is Cyrus… Cyrus helped Apollo from escaping reality… even though he had done horrible things but he helped Apollo and was always aware of his thoughts, Cyrus let Apollo know what he does and thinks…” he said,

The tension in the room starts to dissipate as Apollo's words settle in, reminding them all of the importance of trust among allies. Apollo nods at Theo, his gaze steady and reassuring. The room's tension begins to dissipate, the crackling energy simmering down to a more manageable level. Theo meets Apollo's eyes, his gratitude visible despite the turmoil of emotions he's wrestling with. Apollo's nod is like a silent acknowledgment: he trusts Theo, and he knows there's more to the story than what Alaric perceived. After a moment, Apollo takes a step back, allowing the air to settle. He glances at Alaric, who seems less aggressive, though his eyes still hold a hint of doubt. The message is cl

“I don’t need-“ I stopped as my eyes fell on Apollo. He was shirtless, his caramel skin glowing in the sunlight. His muscles toned, he looked as though he was moulded by the mother's own two hands—pure perfection. I forced my eyes to find him. His lips tugged up in the corner as he took me in. His perfect purple eyes, looking back at me. “Apollo, what are you doing here,” I asked, confused. Audra gripped my arm tightly. I looked back at her giving her a reassuring smile. Her grip loosened as she stepped back. I turned back to Apollo, finding him now in front of us. He reached his hand out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. My skin tingled in response to his touch. He looked down at me, h

"No, I want to join the Mafia too. I think that is the only way to see Cassie and maybe save her." They heard a rustling sound behind them and turned. Apollo caught his mother's back as she left the window. She has been listening in on their conversation and he knew he had just broken her heart, but he had to fight for what belonged to him. He wasn't just going to sit there and wait for a miracle to happen. He took a long gulp from his beer. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Stupid, power-hungry bastard. I listen again-there it is. Her heartbeat. Fast, pounding. She's afraid, but she's alive. And then sharp, powerful howls pierce the air. What the hell? I break into a run, following the sound, until I reach the clearing. And that's when I see her. Ally. She stands tall at the center of it all, glowing like she was carved from light. Her face-goddess, she looks like an angel. The fire burning around the altar dances in her eyes, and the wolves... the wolves are howling around her In reverence.