Apollyon Novels & Stories

Apollyon laughed hysterically at the disgraceful display of his people before staring at the volcano mockingly. "You see, Dragon God? These are your faithful followers, the most fearless warriors in the world. Haha, what a joke!" "Blasphemy!" "Kill the Devil!" "Burn him! Exorcize the evil!" The mob raised their weapons with red eyes as if they had become demonized. Apollyon was looking down on them with contempt while carrying a provocative smile that seemed to imply that all of them weren't enough to make him feel threatened at all. They were about to stampede to him when a deafening voice echoed through the darkness, making th

“ You’re insane,” I blurted out after what Alpha Nicholas said. Apollo is the god of prophecy, he’s well know to help the wolves in their battle against the rogues and wars. No one ever saw him but the history tells that once upon a time, he descended to the mountain of Ollyan to live as a human.

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

But I realized I was made for this, the energy of everyone pushing me forward. Suddenly more darts were launched into the crowd—completely reckless. That was when Luke, who was fighting next to me, let out a loud, pained growl that pierced my bones, and fell from my peripheral vision. I turned to find he had dropped and shifted into his human form, a dart protruding from his neck. On instinct, I rapidly pulled the dart out with my teeth, spitting it onto the ground. Then I brought my face close enough to his chest so I could hear his labored breathing, confirming he was still alive. I turned my head back to battle only to be met with a wolf in midjump, claws extended and teeth bared, pouncin

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

(Apollo) Apollo did not settle into the rhythm of the line. He broke it. Where the Legion marched as a disciplined engine, Apollo moved as the blade that shattered its own housing, turning the Dominion’s order into a weapon so immediate that fear itself had no chance to gather its wits. He was the fracture in the machine, the heretic spark that made obedience burn.

Apollo was disheartened and lost control, I had no idea what kind of creature he was but I'm sure he wasn't a werewolf, a vampire, or a witch. Apollo's eyes blazed in anger as he slew every single one of the villagers but he never touched me, and I assumed it's because he thought I was more worthy than Saya, but I was wrong. It was so he could torture me to the point I'd wish I were dead a million times. After Apollo killed everyone he made his way to me and I trembled in fear at his expression, he's lost himself. The kind, gentle, and caring Apollo was no longer there but a vengeful beast.

‘That’s why you should always treat your fellow wolves properly,’ Orlon, his fierce and unyielding wolf, muttered. “Go and summon Katharine,” said Alain to Apollo. “Tell her we have two lifeless sacrifices for today.” Razel watched as Apollo vanished beyond the shade of huge trees. Apollo was once from the Fire Moon Pack, banished by the Alpha that came before Alpha Jonas for discovering that his Luna was in love with Apollo. “Take away all their clothes.”Alain gazed at the dead bodies of the Alpha and Luna, both reeking of a foul smell that one wished to never breathe again. “Burn their apparel.”

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;