Good Apollo Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Garrick muttered. Rhys raised his crossbow. "Trap." I stared at the small black shape in the snow. "I’ll get it." I opened the door just a crack and used a long carbon-fiber pole to drag the package inside. Rhys kept his aim trained on the outside the entire time. Back in the control room, I opened the waterproof bag. Inside it was a letter and a vacuum-sealed pack. The handwriting was Delilah's. "Declan, my dear ex, you’re harder to kill than a cockroach…"

Alpha Apollo’s POV Ryder and Hazel stood by my side as we watched Ryder's henchmen bring tanks of water into my pack. The people around us cheered and danced, relieved that the long drought had finally ended. Some pack members had left in anger, while others had been forced to drink dirty water just to survive. "Hey, Apollo," Ryder playfully nudged me, noticing the faint whip marks on my body. "Been getting into some kinky stuff? Looks like you've had a wild night!"

" Michelangelo, Apollo has just told me what he witnessed . " " I can't lose them, this just feels too orchestrated . " ©#KCMmuoe

“I don’t need-“ I stopped as my eyes fell on Apollo. He was shirtless, his caramel skin glowing in the sunlight. His muscles toned, he looked as though he was moulded by the mother's own two hands—pure perfection. I forced my eyes to find him. His lips tugged up in the corner as he took me in. His perfect purple eyes, looking back at me. “Apollo, what are you doing here,” I asked, confused. Audra gripped my arm tightly. I looked back at her giving her a reassuring smile. Her grip loosened as she stepped back. I turned back to Apollo, finding him now in front of us. He reached his hand out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. My skin tingled in response to his touch. He looked down at me, h

My rules were simple. First, absolute obedience. Second, treat the dogs well. Anyone who dared abuse a dog got thrown out to the zombies. In less than a week, the base had already taken shape. Electric fencing went up along the walls. Searchlights were mounted on top. Generators roared day and night, and the whole place stayed brightly lit. We could even take hot showers. In the apocalypse, this place was heaven. That day, I was sitting on top of the wall, eating grapes and brushing Duke’s fur, when Leon came running up to report.

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.”

Victor let out a cold laugh, turned cleanly, and gave orders to his men. “Apple Hayes tried to stir trouble within the base and has been punished. Put out an announcement. Starting now, I’ll handle water distribution myself. No one is to go near her, especially Derek Cole and Logan Price. “Have them sent out of the base tonight. Tell them supplies were stolen. And keep the rest under control.” “Yes, sir!” The footsteps faded. I lay there like a heap of broken flesh, unmoving even as the moon rose high. Every plan I had was seen through and crushed by Victor.

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.

He snapped his fingers, his face suddenly falling. “Recall your dog!” He cried out, the Golem continuing to move toward him. “I don’t know how!” Even if I had known how, I wanted to see what would happen once my monster reached my father. Apollo was a celestial, to my knowledge he couldn’t be harmed by non-celestials, but his face twisted in concern the closer the golem came. It mirrored his movements. Wherever he stepped to move away, the golem stepped as well. Apollo let loose a frustrated growl and vanished as he had done many times before. My golem fell still, standing in place like stone.

Tristan asked, his heart pounding in excitement or fear, he could not tell which. "His name is Alberto Lopez, and he's on the moon."