Apollyon For Honor Face Novels & Stories

Traitor, I thought as I rolled my eyes. Adonis scratched the top of her head as he smiled with such adoration in his eyes as he looked down at her, “Do you think I can speak with Arya for a bit?” He asked her with such gentleness in his eyes as he placed his forehead against hers, within an instant my bones began cracking back into place as my human form took hold over Alexa.

Are they born cheaters. I rolled my eyes and cross my hands. He walked around me, while keeping his eyes on me. "I am not sure if he already told you about this. I am Kyro Hale, a well known werewolf around the whole kingdom. I do not have much of a good reputation unlike your Uno. However, I do not care. After two months, a battle will be held on the underground. It is between me and Uno....." He is now telling me something that I know where is headin'. He gestured with a thumb, and his eyes were widened while he show a smirk on his face. "Do you understand what I am trying to say?" He asked.

Apollo's eyes were bloodshot, and the edge of his solar blade was chipped and bent from the assault. "You treacherous bitch, get back here right now and face your punishment!" I looked down at him coldly. "Your Highness, you look pathetic when you're this worked up." At the sound of my voice, Apollo's head snapped up. When he saw me standing unharmed beside Hades, the fury in his eyes was replaced by something twisted. "You're still alive?" He stared at me, his voice shaking with rage. "Who gave you permission to stand next to that old monster!"

I was about to ask if he was responsible, even though it was glaringly obvious, when my gaze snagged on the bruise near his lip and a fresh cut above his eyebrow. “What happened to your face?” I asked, my voice laced with concern, and Helios unconsciously touched his face, a slight wince marring his perfect features. “Apollo.” He said simply, a single word that conjured a vivid image of the fierce, protective brother. And then I remembered Apollo’s confession about beating him. So it was true? “Do you like it?” he asked again, his gaze searching mine, a vulnerability I hadn’t seen before. I couldn’t help but smile, a genuine, unbidden curve of my lips, my gaze drifting back to the vibrant fl

Silence rushed back into the forest, heavier and denser than before. Apollo crouched over his kill, his chest heaving, his breath coming in hot, ragged puffs that plumed into the cold night air. His dark hair was matted with sweat, and a faint streak of dark, iron-rich blood smeared across his cheek. He didn't look like a child playing in the woods. He looked like an apex wolf claiming its first undisputed territory. Slowly, Apollo straightened up. He turned around, his luminous golden eyes locking onto Daniel through the dark.

Her lips parted, but whatever she was about to say died before it could leave her mouth when the sudden vibration caught her attention. She tried desperately to compose herself, but the flushed cheeks, tight smile, and strained politeness gave her away. I found her struggle to maintain that perfect composure far more entertaining than anything anyone else in the room had to say. My gaze remained fixed on her from across the room, the remote still warm in my pocket. Sinclair’s heir kept talking, all polished smiles and corporate bullshit, but my attention never left Chloe. The young man who’d approached our table was leaning in now, saying something that made her force a polite smile. That wa

By my ear, his deep voice whispered, “They’ve accepted you, my love.” I had no chance to respond before a man approached us—the Beta. Yes, the same one who had looked at me strangely before. Strange. He still looked at me that way, as if something about me was off, as if he had a thousand questions he wanted to demand. “Congratulations, Alpha,” he said to Dario, before turning to me. “May the Moon Goddess bless you, Luna, and guide our pack.” Dario smiled. “Yes.” He then gestured toward me. “My love, this is Johnny Barker, my Beta.”

Malakai said, grabbing his drink from the conveyor. This was the moment of truth for Apollo. To him, his vulnerability would prove his love for Livia and his trust in the people Livia considers family. As if reading Apollo's mind, Parker was the first to remove his mask, placing it over his heart as a symbol of undying respect for Apollo's decision. The others followed suit, all with their masks placed over their hearts. A sense of pride washed over Apollo, seeing his member's trust. He bowed his head to them before finally removing his mask.

The golden light retreated from his skin but remained burning in his eyes as he gasped for breath, his hands clutching at mine where they still rested on his chest. "I can feel him," he whispered, wonder replacing pain in his voice. "My wolf. He's... he's beautiful." Relief washed through me so intensely that tears sprang to my eyes. "What's his name?" I asked, knowing instinctively that he would understand the question. A smile spread across my brother's face, the first genuine, unguarded smile I'd seen from him. "Apollo," he said softly. "His name is Apollo." The Priestess let out a sound of satisfaction. "The sun god," she murmured. "How fitting for the Priestess let out a sound of satisf

It wasn't merely the impressive physique that commanded her attention, though, it was the presence that radiated from him, an aura of intensity that dared anyone to challenge him. Where his wolf's face had been touched by an air of vulnerability, the face of the man contorted with a white-hot rage. Ulfhild watched with fearful fascination as the storm of emotions roiled beneath the surface of his hardened features. She closed her mouth with deliberation and tried to swallow, but her mouth was suddenly as dry as the dunes. Unease skittered up her spine as the warrior faced her mother with a look that burned with rage. "Witch! How did you do this? What do you think to do to me?"