Novelas y relatos de God Apollo

Before I can ask what will be uncomfortable, Apollo touches me. It feels like a bolt of electricity moves from my head, blasting through my body and down to my toes. The second that I feel it, the pain is gone. Though Hermes is screaming at his older brother. “What the actual fuck do you think you are doing?” Hermes screams, pun ching his brother in the arm. “I had to see if he had a spark of godhood in him still. That electrical shock means that he does. It’s not my fault!” Apollo says, holding his hands up to ward off Hermes’ blows.

"And you should see him, Lavender. He's my carbon copy, but he's got Abigale's crystal blue eyes. Kid's brilliant, too. Smart as hell. Should've been born in heaven, honestly." As he spoke, I could see the pride radiating off him, the way his face lit up at the mere mention of his son. It was a side of Apollo I hadn't expected to see, and it left me momentarily speechless. "He must be… what, eleven or twelve now?" I guessed quietly. "Eleven," Apollo confirmed with a nod. "Named him Adonis, of course. For obvious reasons." His grin turned smug, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Adam said shakily, “tell me Grace is wrong. I know she’s intelligent, I know she’s sharp, but she has to be mistaken about this. Tell me she’s wrong.” Apollo didn’t respond. When the seconds stretched on and Apollo still said nothing, Adam turned fully toward him. “Apollo, why aren’t you—” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw his son’s face. That look that said everything without a single word. Adam’s breath caught in his throat. “Apollo…” I lifted my gaze to Apollo.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

I was the one who broke Apollo's heart. He was the golden heir of the Sun, my childhood love, and I pushed him away so hard that I drove him all the way to the frozen wastes beyond the North Wind. He stayed there for eight years. Now he was back. He had a new nymph goddess by his side, and they were going to hold their sacred divine marriage right here in our polis. That same week, the temple oracle gave me my final prophecy: I had three months left to live. When my mother wheeled me outside to see him, Apollo's mouth curled into that cruel, mocking smile I remembered all too well. His dark eyes swept over me from head to toe, taking in the wheelchair, the thinness of my arms, and the ghost-

“It could blunt the new strain the way the old markers did. It could accelerate something that’s been quiet for four years. I don’t know which.” I looked out at a city that had no idea it was carrying an unmapped variable inside one of its own apartments. “Then we keep them from confirming I exist for as long as the window gives us,” I said. “After that, the choices change.” He nodded once — not agreement exactly, just acknowledgment that the math held. We split up through different ramps, and I was three steps down my own level when I heard it: the same engine note that had passed below us during the meeting, now idling at the structure’s exit, headlights off, waiting.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

REBORN IN THE APOCALYPSE CLAIMED BY THE COMMANDER. Emilia Anderson survives forty three days of the apocalypse, only to be sold out at the stronghold gate by the two people she trusted most. Her fiance Daniel and her best friend Joss trade her life and her hand drawn map of hidden supply depots for a safe place behind the walls. As the Hollows tear into her on the dry riverbed, she notices a stranger in a black coat watching from the wall, his face full of a grief that makes no sense for someone she has never met. Then Emilia wakes in her own bed, three weeks before the sky turns red, with every memory intact and Daniel's engagement ring still warm on her finger. This time she knows exact

“I’m more surprised that you remember that I eat it like this no one else does.” “Well I care about you and I want my ma— girl to be happy” I cut my self off before I spoil everything for her. I want her to feel it for the first time and realize that the moon goddess answered the prayers I’ve been silently praying since I was 10 years old. “Thank you Axel” she tells me as she takes the first bite and groans from how good it is. The noise goes straight to my cock making it twitch in my pants. Shifting in my seat trying to make myself comfortable again I see jasmine walking back over with her purse in tow.