Greek Myth Apollo Novels & Stories

He questions, sliding a meaningful look towards Owen, who scowls in response. “Hey!” Owen snaps. “I haven’t exactly gotten around to explaining things.” And I’m not really sure how, I add quietly to myself. “Alright, well, allow me to explain, then.” Apollo shrugs, like it’s not a big deal he’s about to send Owen’s world skyrocketing off its axis. “Your friend here is a Goddess, the Goddess of Magic, to elaborate. Hecate. And I’m afraid she’s got herself twisted up into quite a mess.”

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.”

the coach suddenly announced much to my shock. Whoa whoa whoa ! This was totally unexpected !! The bet was only about staying in the team but captain ? Well atleast we got rid of the slut army, I thought. This smell…. Mate’s smell- it’s getting pleasantly stronger and stronger but why can’t I see Talon anywhere, I thought. Strange. When I thought I could no longer contain the tingling sensations erupting in my body, I turned around to face the source. To my utter amazement, in front of me stood the Greek God, Apollo in the guise of a man himself, with deep and mesmerizing blue-grey eyes that looked at me so tenderly.

As Sophia stood before the captivating painting of Apollo and Daphne, the gallery attendant began to unravel the tale depicted within the artwork. "Well, you see, this painting depicts the mythological story of Apollo and Daphne," the attendant began, her voice soft and melodic. "According to Greek mythology, Apollo, the god of music, poetry, and prophecy, became infatuated with the beautiful nymph Daphne. However, Daphne, fearing Apollo's advances, prayed to the river god Peneus for help. In response to her prayers, Peneus transformed Daphne into a laurel tree to save her from Apollo's pursuit." As the attendant spoke, Sophia found herself drawn deeper into the story, her imagination weavin

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

That young man was the god Apollo. “It's a god, Hector…Apollo…” Mathew stammered now, perhaps realizing it was because he had been told about this sun god. However, unlike the description of the heat of the sun, the god Apollo appeared extremely gentle and gentle, he only smiled at the two brave heroes of Hill village and quickly gestured to follow him.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

"How did you-" Leonidas smiled softly as he ran his fingers through the glossy looking wood of the Grand piano infront of them then ran it down it's keys. "Apollo made it actually. I had told Artemis I had no idea on what to give you and she suggested this, she said you had once said you would have loved to hear one being played." That made sense, considering Apollo was the god of music as well. "And she sent you to Apollo," Persephone faced him. "And what did you give him in return?"

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.

I was thankful to God that at least one more person lived here, but when he said that she came here only when needed, and went back using her boat, I was… flabbergasted. I got up and stretched my limbs as I yawned. The bedsheet on my body slipped down, exposing my breasts. I looked to my left and found Apollo pacing the room. His hair was all mussed up and he looked… impatient. He walked to stand in front of the tall glass wall that overlooked the vast sea and rested his forehead on it. He was wearing low hanging pajamas that were supported by his plump hips.