Characters In The Trials Of Apollo Novels & Stories

The Chief even wondered whether he had any problems with his hearing. "What are you talking about, old man?" The man questioned softly, not wanting to alarm the others. "I think what happened is pretty obvious. Apollyon, son of Artem, passed the Trial of Blood and Fire, meaning he won his right to live by defeating destiny. Alastor must have gone to attack the boy despite knowing this. Losing only an arm after committing such a serious crime can be considered a soft punishment," The Great Shaman replied as he raised his voice for everyone to listen to him.

he said politely, I was disappointed at his reply but I didn’t show it on my face. “But you can ask me, I will tell you what I know,” he said with a serious expression. “Ok-okay,” I replied, “Can you tell me what happened between Apollo and Juliette,” I asked cautiously, “Hm... she tricked him in loving her, but actually, she was cheating on him, Apollo's Father is very fond of Apollo since he's the youngest son and he wanted Apollo to have the property and chose him to take his place in business... Juliette was jealous of that... she wanted to take his father's place... she abused Apollo,” he said in a thick Irish accent.

Apollo declared coldly. I was taken aback, disbelieving what I heard. Instead of embracing his child, Apollo demanded a DNA test. I attempted to reason with him, fear in my voice. "Apollo, at least hold your son in your arms. Your wolf will recognize his own blood," I pleaded, hoping to reach him. Apollo's face contorted with anger. "Do not presume to instruct me, Little bird. Merely sharing my blue eyes does not guarantee his lineage," he spat venomously.

With that in mind, the fact that they had been taken out in a single night was definitely stupefying… It was sometime later when a person wearing a phoenix robe and a golden crown could be seen sitting atop a throne within the God Temple of Jaellatra… Holding a scepter with dragon carvings all over it, the person went by the name of Apollo, and he was the king of the God Temple. Apollo was also the ruler of all of Jaellatra, and he had attained the Seventh-soul-rank within the Sage Realm…

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.

Ronan, his aura pulsing with ancient magic, a feral glint in his eyes as if he already knew blood would be spilled tonight. A hush fell over the valley as the Oracle ascended the high altar, flanked by the Elders. Her voice rang out, a song of the old tongue that shimmered like smoke. “The Final Trial has come. Where blood runs deepest, the bond shall be tested. Where truth meets flame, destiny shall rise. Let the Trial of Souls begin.” A circle of fire erupted around the contenders and Ava, sealing them in the sacred bounds of trial. Ava’s heartbeat thudded in her chest.

I asked, my throat dry. Callum exhaled. “The story is that it was gifted by the gods of the Old Houses. A pact between the moon and magic. But the real answer?” His voice dropped, almost too soft to hear. “The Sanctum belongs to the Trial. And the Trial belongs to the Alphas.” “ And students still participate?” I asked, voice low. He nodded. “Because for the right name, the right bloodline, the right thirst—winning the Aureum Trial is worth everything. Even your soul.”

His eyes were glistening with tears. He nodded bleakly. "Fine. You say your mother is in this coffin, right? Men, take this coffin away!" The bodyguards he brought swarmed forward and lifted the coffin. The edge of the coffin barely caught on the window railing. With one push, it would fall. "What are you doing?" I struggled desperately. But they held me down firmly and rendered me immobile. Then, Adrian uttered, "Since you insist on lying to me, I'll give you one final true love test. Do you choose this coffin, or do you choose to marry me? You can only pick one."

The council chamber beneath the great tree of Elarion was cloaked in veils of magic and moonlight. The air shimmered with runes of old, floating and pulsing like living stars. Luna stood at Kael’s side, her silver robe hugging her curves, her hair braided with slivers of enchanted crystal. The chamber had summoned them. Not by vote, but by fate. The Trial of Fire and Flesh was not just an ordeal—it was a reckoning. A test only the fated Alpha and his true Luna could undergo. To survive it was to command the elemental spirits. To fail was to be consumed.

"The Luna trials are ancient traditions that every potential Luna must pass before she can be marked and mated to an alpha. Especially an alpha king." My stomach dropped. "I... I don't understand." "The academy training is just the beginning, dear. If you survive the physical conditioning, you'll face three trials designed to test your worthiness to stand beside Thorne as his equal." Her eyes never left my face. "The Trial of Courage, where you must face your deepest fears. The Trial of Wisdom, where your judgment will be tested in impossible situations. And finally, the Trial of Sacrifice, where you must prove you're willing to put the pack before yourself."