Apollyon Novels & Stories

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

“He wants Apollo’s strength—so he can become the most powerful werewolf in existence.” A chill swept down my spine. “Who is Apollo?” I asked quietly. My father met my gaze, his expression grim. “Apollo was the first werewolf. The God of War. The strongest being the moon goddess ever created.” My stomach clenched. That kind of power—in Anthony’s hands? It would mean ruin. Chaos. Destruction. My father stepped closer, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “That’s why Devlin wants you,” he said softly. My breath hitched. “What does this have to do with me?”

Sköll growled and I frowned. "What else could they possibly release?" I asked curiously and he curled his muzzle and shrugged. "They have their own warriors, one is a serious concern. He is called Apollo Lykaios," Amelia said firmly as she came up beside me. "It would be great for the Moon Goddess to help since she's the one wanting this rebellion," I muttered bitterly. "Hopefully she has spoken directly with Lykaios and he has agreed and will tuck his tail and lower his head as we pass," Michael grunted. I shook my head as Sköll began telling us to head toward the mountains.

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.”

Shadows lunged from between the trees: Lycans, some in their beast form, teeth bared, snarling at the intruder on their lands. Orion's hand went up instinctively to his side to show he meant no harm before he slowly stepped forward, his voice deep and commanding. "I am Orion, Alpha of the North. I've not come to fight. I demand an audience with Alpha Aleksandr." From among the gathered Lycans, a tall woman emerged, the sinewy muscles of her arms flexing beneath her armour, golden eyes sharp as a blade. She regarded him with a look that was both condescending and disregarding.

Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable. The silence was broken by Hera, her voice sharp as a blade. "His curse grows stronger day by day, Luna," she said, using the name they reserved for Selene. Her golden crown caught the starlight as she leaned forward. "I thought you said he had found his mate. Why does the fire of destruction still burn within him?"

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

Despite the wealth and power that came with being the new werewolf king, the room seemed desolate, void of the warmth he longed for. Jolene. Her name echoed in his thoughts, a melody he couldn’t shake. Her voice, her laughter, her touch—each memory cut deeper than the claws he bore as a werewolf. She was the one thing he desired more than the throne. But she was slipping away, like a dream at dawn. He imagined her with Apollo, the sun god. A radiant, powerful deity with a charm that could light up a room, just like the sun he commanded. The idea of Jolene with someone else made Theo’s heart ache.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

My head tilted up slightly before my eyes met his bright red ones and I sucked in a sharp breath. "This is who I really am, my Aphrodite. I am a monster. I am a beautiful monster. I am an evil shrouded in the beauty that the human world falls in charms to. I am able to run at speeds that are faster than a bullet. I am able to reach the other side of this Earth in a day. I am able to live and walk amongst the mortals. I am able to look as though I am one of you, when instead I am far from it. I am able to come off as a human, gain trust from humans and in return I will end you. I am a vampire, my sweet and naive Aphrodite," at this he let go of my hands and simply caressed my face as though I