Apollyon For Honor Face Novels & Stories

I looked over at Damon, and the same concern swirled in his eyes. "The prisoner is yours. Remember, a vow with a dragon is a vow for life. Break it without consent, and you will only curse yourself. Garren will decide when the vow is no longer needed." Before we could say anymore, they pushed Apollo forward and stepped back into the shadows. Their presence was no longer detectable as if they had vanished into the air itself. "You bastard," Damon shouted as he charged for Apollo. His hand was formed into a fist as he aimed for him. Apollo didn't even bother to defend himself. He didn't even flinch when Damon's fist connected with the side of his face.

There were three positions that trumped a Lycan warrior. Alpha, Luna, and Beta. With an extra skip in my step, I ushered Hakeem forward, planting him between Nox and me. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead. “Hakeem Wilson, do you accept your Alpha’s call?” His spine straightened as he lifted his head and said, “Yes, Alpha. I accept your call.”

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

My fury was mounting. “Because I CANNOT be mated with a weak wolf-less she-wolf!” My wolf Apollo was clawing at my chest, wanting out to tear this prejudiced prick a new asshole. I did one better. I jabbed him in the nose and felt a satisfying cartilage and bone crunch. Hunter, shocked at my assault, cupped his face and snapped his nose back into place. His Alpha healing is already complete. No blood escaped the once-damaged appendage. Damn! Should have hit him harder!

I snuck out of the condo and headed towards the rendezvous place near the academy. My heart raced as another figure moved closer to me. The man flashed a symbol at me. Then, I felt my awareness skyrocket and turned as I felt Armageddon growing closer to me. His gaze was focused on me. “Apollo,” the first man said, offering his hand. “Nice to be working with you.” I shook his hand. “Pandora.” He let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d meet you.” “Armageddon,” he said, offering his hand to Apollo.

Everyone is still jubilating but then Asher stops everyone and signals he has something to say. “I just want to thank you all for supporting me. I know to some I am Just some bastard child, but then I am grateful to the moon goddess for giving me what rightfully belongs to me.” He pauses while the crow cheers him. “I have one thing to say to you all. I have won the duel and thereby being the right person to become the Alpa. With that I want to make known my Mate and Luna.” He says and my Heart misses a beat. My eyes widens in my mask. One part of me is sure that he is going to pick me because he has been looking at me since he started talking.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

Then, at exactly six-twelve — three minutes before the ritual was supposed to end — a sound emerged from the well. It was not wind. It was not water. It was a voice — ancient, cracked, and strangely familiar. It spoke a single word: "Eleanor." Her blood turned cold. The villagers turned as one, looking directly at her hiding spot. Their faces were not angry. They were worse than angry. They were patient. They were expectant. They had known she would be there. They had known for a hundred years that someone named Eleanor would come, would hide, would hear her name called from the well.