God Apollo Novels & Stories

I'd prefer not to kill Pontus, but if he keeps this up I will have no choice. "Apollo can take care of it." Andre says, Apollo is a good sniper, he has killed a couple people for me with his special skill set. "With pleasure, afentikó." Apollo has an otherworldly gleam in his eye, smiling evilly, I know he would enjoy it. "No, it's not needed...yet." I finished. "Where's the body again?"Andre asked.

Betrayed and left to drown in the freezing depths of an apocalyptic deluge by the husband and best friend she trusted most, Astrid Pierce awakens thirty days before the end of the world. This time, she is done playing the sacrificial lamb. Astrid ruthlessly tears up her marriage, locks down her family's multi-billion-dollar fortune, and stockpiles thousands of tons of supplies inside an absolute stasis pocket dimension. With the world's deadliest mercenary watching her six, she transforms a secluded mountain summit into an impenetrable steel fortress. When civilization collapses and the leeches who once discarded her crawl through the toxic mud begging for scraps, Astrid only looks

I died three months after the apocalypse began. Betrayed by my boyfriend and abandoned by my family, I had nothing when the world collapsed. I thought that was the end of my story. Then I woke up three months before the apocalypse. I was reborn, and this time, I had a mysterious space that could store anything without spoiling. With memories of my past life, I knew exactly what was coming. I used my future knowledge to make money and started stockpiling everything I would need—food, water, medicine, fuel, clothes, seeds, and daily necessities. Everyone thought I had gone crazy. They laughed while I emptied supermarkets and filled my space. But when the apocalypse arrived

{Activation detected. Amanda's eyes flew open. “What?” Silence answered her. She slowly looked around the bedroom. “Who said that?” {Successfully established a connection with the host.} Amanda's breathing became shallow. “Host?” {Confirmed. Amanda. Cognitive recognition established.} She stared at the empty room, fear replacing grief. “Who's doing this?” {I am A.R.I.S.—Apocalypse Response & Intelligence System. My primary purpose is to assist the host in surviving the approaching catastrophic event.}

Maren Ellis secured two evacuation passes: one for herself and one for her husband. Grant gave hers to his mistress. When an infected neighbour approached, Maren thought her husband would finally help her board. Instead, he pushed her into their garden, locked the gate, and drove away with the woman he chose over her. Maren was supposed to die there. Ronan Kessler, the leader of a convoy of survivors, changes that. He gives her shelter, listens when she speaks, and makes her want a future she thought she had lost. But Grant has reported her infected, leaving every protected settlement ready to turn her away. When he discovers his abandoned wife is alive and falling for an

Hands land on my back, pushing me down. “I don’t know, beautiful. Right now, I need you to ride Apollo while I get you ready for more.” I have no idea what Atlas is talking about, but I start to move anyway. I slowly move my body up and down on Apollo’s big dick. I feel full to capacity, and I love it. I rotate my hips, making sure he can feel that. I watch Apollo’s eyes roll to the back of his head. I feel wetness on my puckered hole, making me suck in a deep breath. I have no idea what to expect, but I trust my mates.

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.”

That happened much later into the ruins of the world. It was still very early in the apocalypse, but the newly awakened had already begun to realize that swearing on your mana was an absolute, unbreakable oath. If a user went against a mana oath, the internal backlash would instantly trigger a violent mana clash from within, seizing their core which was wrapped around their heart and killing them on the spot. Lucien snarled, stepping forward like a bloodthirsty shadow, his heavy jaw clenched tight. "And so what? Just because you swear, you expect us to believe you?"

Well, that just saves me the trouble of aiming. He glanced at the countdown in the top right of his vision. [00:20] Twenty seconds left. Time to put a period on this so-called "Gaze of God." "Bella. Is the big one ready?" Jake asked, his voice low. Behind him, Bella's face was pale, but her eyes were unshakably steady. "Modifications complete! Ready to fire on your mark!" "Good." Jake took a deep breath, the manic gleam in his eyes burning brighter than ever. "Then let's send this 'god' who came from so far away... "...a gift it'll never forget as long as it lives!"