Good Apollo Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

I snuck out of the condo and headed towards the rendezvous place near the academy. My heart raced as another figure moved closer to me. The man flashed a symbol at me. Then, I felt my awareness skyrocket and turned as I felt Armageddon growing closer to me. His gaze was focused on me. “Apollo,” the first man said, offering his hand. “Nice to be working with you.” I shook his hand. “Pandora.” He let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d meet you.” “Armageddon,” he said, offering his hand to Apollo.

Apollo says as he lays on his back. “Yeah,” I smile. “I’ll do better next time,” he tells me biting his lip. “I know and we have our whole lives to figure it out,” I tell him. “So understanding,” Apollo starts to kiss me. “Go slower this time, grid your hips into me,” I tell him as we are about to start round two. Apollo is a very fast learner. HIs long dick is buried inside of me and hitting that sweet spot perfectly. “Apollo,” I moan as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts.

" I'm so grateful for your help. If it wasn't for you, I would still be looking around for my daughter. I wish I could bless each member of my new pack for your help." Apollo scoffed at Jay's words. He wondered why Jay believed he was pious or some gods. He had been taking his words and actions into an account and he could assure everyone that he doesn't love Jay at all. Was he really good? Apollo couldn't really make a decision. The only thing he knew was that he never loved Jay. "And well, my mate is also an Alpha," Jay continued and Apollo smirked. He sincerely thought he was only bluffing. Jay's rumbles went on and on until Apollo couldn't take it any longer so he decided to think of a w

Now he had become a spectacle. Apollo cleared his throat and then lay down on his back to them. He was increasingly squeezed by doubts. His loyalty was at stake. That night he could not sleep. His wolf howled through his thoughts. Thinking that Wilson was asleep, Apollo got up to do a night exercise. He jumped when he saw Wilson sitting down reading the strategy map. In his hand was a bar of chocolate. "Are you going?" asked Wilson casually. Apollo nodded nervously. "I will keep you company." “No need,” Apollo interrupted hastily.

The places between orders and outcomes. “You don’t need training right now,” Apollo said. “You need rest.” Adelaide’s eyes sharpened. "You don’t get to decide what I need." The wings twitched behind her in quiet agreement, light rippling along their edges. Apollo’s gaze flicked to them again, instinctively cataloguing movement, stability, threat. Too responsive, he thought. He exhaled, dragging a hand down his face, claws scraping along his jaw. "If something goes wrong," he said, voice low, "you won’t have the control to stop it."

Georgia let herself be lead away but she kept her tear filled eyes locked on Apollo until the door finally swung shut. Apollo collapsed back onto the sofa while closing his eyes. A long and weary breath escaped his lungs. He poured another shot and stayed there for another hour while drinking until the edges of his vision blurred. In his haze, he found himself pulling out his phone. He scrolled past his business contacts until he found her name. He hit dial before he could talk himself out of it. "Mr. Savage?" a soft and hesitant voice answered. Stacy sounded surprised and a little sleepy. Apollo leaned his head back against the sofa. Why did her voice suddenly sound so interesting? Was it t

Marlee replied respectfully. ‘Green Apollo?’ The middle-aged man looked at Marlee suspiciously. Apparently, he had not heard of this place. “Find out where Green Apollo is,” the middle-aged man said to the two people behind him. “Yes, Captain!” The two young people immediately opened a three-dimensional image and quickly searched it. After a while, the young woman was the first to say, “Sir, I found it. Green Apollo is a small galaxy 180000 cosmic kilometers away from here.” ‘180000 cosmic kilometers?’

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

I ask, certain that if the news is too good to be true, then it probably is. “Apollo made a very compelling argument on your behalf.” I feel my eyebrows race for my hairline. Of everything he could have said, I think that's the explanation I expected the least. The arrogant, smug, handsome Apollo saved my job. Why? Is this some ploy to prove that he's better than me? Is he just hoping for the opportunity to torture me? Why would he do something nice like save my job? There must be more to this than I can see right now. “Thank you,” I say, nothing if not polite.

She answered with a little figure holding hands, captioned "locked by you" Every frame was bubbling with sickly sweetness, an unspoken intimacy. My eyes skimmed past their earlier conversation about a newly opened bar, Harborline Lounge. It was the secret spot they had gone to together last night. I tried to catch the tail end of the conversation. "Is that the one where you can see the whole river view? It’s really popular, right?" My message hung there, alone and unanswered. Adrian’s next sticker popped up almost immediately. It was a little dog circling around a kitten, captioned "spinning around you".