Romans & histoires Greek Myth 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.

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.

Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable. The silence was broken by Hera, her voice sharp as a blade. "His curse grows stronger day by day, Luna," she said, using the name they reserved for Selene. Her golden crown caught the starlight as she leaned forward. "I thought you said he had found his mate. Why does the fire of destruction still burn within him?"

What scheme was the Moon Goddess plotting now? "Apollo." The Moon Goddess stepped forward, relief washing over her face. "Thank the heavens you've come. I'm on the brink of losing Endymion because of this mortal's interference." Apollo turned to me, his gaze sweeping over me with curiosity. "So this is the infamous lycan wolf." He circled me slowly. "Word of my father's trial has spread through Olympus like wildfire. A competition between a goddess and a mortal. How could I resist such entertainment?" He moved closer, and the heat radiating from him intensified until I felt like I was standing too close to a bonfire. By the time he stopped directly in front of me, my skin was flushed and bur

The golden light retreated from his skin but remained burning in his eyes as he gasped for breath, his hands clutching at mine where they still rested on his chest. "I can feel him," he whispered, wonder replacing pain in his voice. "My wolf. He's... he's beautiful." Relief washed through me so intensely that tears sprang to my eyes. "What's his name?" I asked, knowing instinctively that he would understand the question. A smile spread across my brother's face, the first genuine, unguarded smile I'd seen from him. "Apollo," he said softly. "His name is Apollo." The Priestess let out a sound of satisfaction. "The sun god," she murmured. "How fitting for the Priestess let out a sound of satisf

Avo continued with his explanation. "Just as Ares's harshness was balanced by Selene's element, which was the coolness and calmness of the moon. Selene also gave us the element of the forest and the hunt, which is where the wolf form comes from." "And what about the wise ones?" I checked "Apollo, the God of knowledge, gave his element to the Wise Ones, which was balanced by the liveliness of Selene’s element of forest and moon, making the wise ones supremely knowledgeable, and holders of magic, which they derive from the forest and the moon."

running as if it was scared of something bigger than it. Atlas then all of a sudden began to feel like something was picking up Apollo's body and started to carry him away to somewhere. With Apollo being knocked out, Atlas couldn't see who or what was carrying them away. After what felt like a lifetime, Atlas felt Apollo being put down. When Atlas felt like Apollo was on the ground, he heard what sounded like a female voice whispering in his ear. "Wake up my brother. It's time to put your pain and suffering to an end. Remember the fire. "Apollo slowly began to stir, and he slowly opened his eyes and when he did and looked at his wounds, they were healed, but he was still feeling the pain in

Lux My body went cold at the mention of his name. His scent isn’t here though, but maybe things like that change in the spirit world. But he’s the last person I want to be around. If Rion’s words were true then why would I be in front of Apollo. I try not to stutter as I ask< “Wh…what’s your name?” He chuckles before answering me, “Apollo or Apollon whatever you prefer. I’m the god of prophecy and oracles and music, song, and poetry. Of archery, healing, plague, and disease, and the protection of young!”

she said, swallowing the nerves in her throat. Apollo smiled, his teeth were the epitome of perfection. “There’s more than enough there, so apply it liberally. After you have spread the oil over his entire body, use the remainder on the poisoned wounds. Continue the application to the area until the jug has been emptied.” “I understand,” said Eliza. She met the god’s eyes reverently. He glanced towards the sun. “Well, I need to go. I have a sunset to prepare.” He began to walk towards the exit but turned back to her.

“He wants Apollo’s strength—so he can become the most powerful werewolf in existence.” A chill swept down my spine. “Who is Apollo?” I asked quietly. My father met my gaze, his expression grim. “Apollo was the first werewolf. The God of War. The strongest being the moon goddess ever created.” My stomach clenched. That kind of power—in Anthony’s hands? It would mean ruin. Chaos. Destruction. My father stepped closer, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “That’s why Devlin wants you,” he said softly. My breath hitched. “What does this have to do with me?”