Apollyon For Honor Face Novels & Stories

“You’re something else entirely.” Something in his tone sent unease crawling up her spine. “Who are you?” she asked. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he crouched near the fire, tossing in another piece of wood. Only when the flames flared higher did he finally speak. “Lucian.” The name dropped like a stone between them. Selene went still. She knew that name. Every wolf did. Lucian Valor. The exiled Alpha. The rogue who had killed his own mate.

she warned everyone in the room, her voice strong and firm, echoing in the room. Magnus smiled. “No problem. I respect your privacy. Rest assured no one will dare to remove your mask while we are inside this place." "Good!" Clarice smiled, pleased with his reply. “Let's continue…” “I’m sorry if I offended you,” Magnus said apologetically. When he heard from Demetria that the Supreme Punisher would arrive wearing a mask, he was intrigued by her identity. He puts a powerful potion in the wine glass mixed with blood. The moment the punisher drinks the blood, he can see her true face behind the mask. He was shocked when he saw her face. He never expected that of all people, she would become the

"Who are you—" Halfway through my speech, she slapped me on the face, causing my face to turn to the side. My cheeks swelled immediately. Before I could react, the vicious woman grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her. She hissed, "Are you that woman who seduced my husband?" Slapping me again, she taunted me. "Sure. You're quite pretty. But you made the wrong move to seduce the husband of Tara Jameson!" Tara Jameson? I searched my mind for the name, but it did not ring a bell.

Maisy The darkness cloaked the bloodshed between strong felines. One clothed in light, The other in darkness. Breathing heavily, I watched the clothed beast tear each other skin off. I made out human physique from within the animal skin and continued watching as they both tore their way out of the animal skin. The white wolf was Eric. The black wolf was Conrad. I could see the hate in both their faces as they charged on each other the second time to finish the job. However the light seared through the darkness. Plastic melted and the true monster was exposed. The blood brother.

He dropped the bombshell, and the mirror was the first thing, I raced to, my face, it was back, even more handsome than I was back then, slowly I moved my hands, they were trembling and I felt my face, Mason and Lauren didn't say anything, they just watch me as tears of joy, decorated my face, the moon goddess finally unmasked me and gave me back my face. "My face, this is it." My voice is more of whispering, I can't believe this "Does it mean she has forgiven me?" "Of course, if she hasn't forgiven you, you should know that your handsome face will not be back." "Thank you... I promised... I am not going to..." I don't even know what to say, I was overjoyed, my tears didn't stop flowing, I r

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 cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

They had already offered to take her in if nobody objected to it. “Were the other fuckheads compliant?” I asked them. Apollo pushed the sleeve of his shirt up to show me his forearm. I grimaced when I realized he was bitten and not in a good way. The culprit must have tried to rip his arm open. “He might have suffered a broken hand, dislocated shoulder, and a busted face. Don’t listen to a fucking word he says though. He walked into that door,” Apollo defended himself. “Five times,” Bronx said, snorting.

A snarl sounded that instantly set Rayna on edge, followed by Callum’s low and distorted voice. My head snapped in Apollo’s direction as he took a deep breath and a blood-chilling grin formed on his face. It tugged his cheeks back until all traces of his charming self had vanished. He wasn’t the mysterious sun god I’d met on my first day, but the boy who flew too close and found his skin blistered and soul turned to flame. “She’s in there, I can sense it.” His eyes closed, but the expression on his face was anything but relaxed. He hefted his sword in the air, swinging the blade so close I could see my startled reflection in its surface. Much like you’d hold a javelin, Apollo gripped the hil