Greek Myth Apollo Novels & Stories

"Prove it." The guy with golden–red eyes walked forward, and stretched his hand towards me, suddenly, his hand brightened, and hot rays of light, passed through it. As they glowed harder, I saw it! The sun. Apollo wielded the power of the sun. That explained his eye color. "Apollo!" I exclaimed, wide-eyed. She nodded, then he withdrew his hand, and the sun disappeared. "Oh my God!" This was the luckiest day of my life!. I turned towards Zeus and Hera, bowing courteously, they smiled. I turned back to the rest of them.

I decided to leave him alone and continue studying Apollo, who I assumed was Ylil. It was a good thing Miall took the time to teach me his language because all I was reading here would've flown over my head. Apollo was described as a powerful god who blessed everyone he came across. The way he was so bright and heavenly, people came to think of him as God. As I paged through the book, I came across a drawing that was not bright. It looked like Apollo was sitting in front of a temple, his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. The name on the temple read Ylil, and my eyes widened.

APOLLO woke up and stretch his self. His eyes darted to the particular place where he recognize two figures sitting on the bench with grocery bags. He brushed his teeth and went outside to help, but he rushed when he saw persephone was unconscious. "What happen to her?" He asked to the lady who is beside persephone artemis. He doesn't know what happen to him, but when he see her, he unconsciously feel pain within. A pain that he can't explain. She look at him in the eyes. He can sense longing was written all over her face. He doesn't know her so as she. He chose to ignore whatever it is and decided to be mean to her.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Everything around Athena seemed to fade into the background as if the world had come to a standstill, leaving her alone in a frozen moment of terror. Iris’s head hit the ground as a log fell to the floor. Before she could comprehend what was happening, another gunshot echoed through the air, drawing her attention to her father. He fell to the ground with a thud. Athena was too stunned to react, dropping the apple she had been holding.

Spinning ferociously Apollo tossed a silver halberd towards Horus, dashing forward almost immediately after with a great sword in his hand. “He may not be at the level of Zeus, but he is a mighty warrior,” Horus thought silently as his eyes tracked the trajectory of the halberd. He had assumed that the greatest threats on Olympus after Zeus and his brothers were Heracles and Ares, but he was wrong. Apollo may not be as powerful as either aforementioned god, but he was not far behind. Each strike was filled with vigour and power, truly reflective of his power as the god of light. While he wasn’t quite on the level of the late Baldur of Asgard, he was a powerful god of light indeed. Horus knew

?" Again she stopped and turned to Amaris for her answer. Amaris nodded this time still waiting for Anna to get to the point. "Christos said that those three gods were Apollo, Selene, and Tyche. Correct?" Anna was just giving Amaris more of a dramatic pause this time, so Amaris did not even bother to answer or acknowlede Anna. Anna was pacing some more with her arms folded and one hand to her chin as she walked. "Now, follow me here, Andreas told us about some of the different gods when we were in the car. He told us about the Titans, and Zeus. He told us about some of the other big name gods like Hera, and Aphrodite. Children of the Titans, and then he started telling us about the

His black leather bodysuit made him look like the sexiest blacksmith ever and his fire hued hair was bedazzling. Across from there sat the other four; Aphrodite goddess of love, she looked like the ideal woman, perfect in every way. She had on a light pink robe and adorned herself with the whitest of pearls. She was breathtaking. Apollo god of the sun, well, he couldn't be seen as he was blazing too bright as all the other gods had to shield their eyes. Hermes messenger of the gods and god of mischief, he was in his usual servant robes but in a more godly form, with his winged sandals and staff.

She exhaled and came over to me, “Ok. You want the truth? Here it is, you were transported to the Harmonic spirit realm.” “Your blaming my experience on a children’s fairytale?” I laughed a little, “Good one Onyx.” She sat on the bed in front of me, “Remember when I said Apollo is the son of the Muses? Well, I meant that.” “So what? He’s magical?” I rolled my eyes, “Yea right.” She grinned, “I’m serious.” “That’s enough Onyx,”

He seemed to be pushing me, testing my limits, and I couldn't understand why. One night, as we sat by a roaring fire, I confronted him. Apollo led me to a secluded glade, surrounded by towering trees and filled with a soft, ethereal light. He gestured for me to sit, and I did, feeling the energy of the place coursing through me. "Your power is tied to the moon," Apollo explained, his eyes shining with intensity. "You must learn to harness it, to control it. Otherwise, it will control you." I nodded, eager to learn. Apollo began to teach me, showing me how to tap into the moon's energy, how to channel it and focus it.