Hercules Disney Apollo Novels & Stories

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!”

Her voice was patient but firm, and she shot Hermes a warning glare that made him shrink back slightly. "And you - stop encouraging her predatory instincts. It's bad enough Zeus thinks you're an idiot without giving our newest member ideas." Hermes muttered something under his breath that sounded like "wasn't encouraging anything" but wisely didn't say it aloud. Apollo chuckled softly from behind them, leaning against a nearby column with crossed arms, his lyre resting beside him on a stone pedestal. The sun god's golden hair seemed to glow with its own light as he offered me a warm smile.

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

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.

Because I’m about to meet a god. Hermes. Greek and Roman mythology has always fascinated me—especially considering my connection to Selene—but Hermes? That’s one god I never wanted to meet in person. The Divine Trickster. He stole Apollo’s sacred cattle as a newborn. Helped design Pandora with a deceitful heart and then let her loose on mankind. He’s not known for playing fair—or playing nice. So yeah, I’m uneasy. When Alex turns to ask if I’m ready, I don’t even correct him for calling me little brother.

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!"

(Apollo) Apollo did not settle into the rhythm of the line. He broke it. Where the Legion marched as a disciplined engine, Apollo moved as the blade that shattered its own housing, turning the Dominion’s order into a weapon so immediate that fear itself had no chance to gather its wits. He was the fracture in the machine, the heretic spark that made obedience burn.

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

"October 11th, Apollo's birthday." Adrian's eyes widen. "Holy shit, that is insane." I'll be damn. "None of this is a mere coincidence. It doesn't matter what those bandits stole. They took something from me, and I want it back." Cassian placed his hand on my shoulder. "Apollo, relax. I have everything under control." Chris eyed him skeptically. "What are we missing?" "Glad you asked Christopher." "Don't call me that. You sound like my mother." Chris grunted.

—as he looked at me. "Dahlia, it's time to get ready for breakfast," Hermes said, his tone firm but not harsh. Apollo stayed quiet, staring at the floor, like he didn’t want to look at me. There was a strange tension in the air, making me feel uneasy. I nodded, forcing myself to stand up even though my body felt so heavy. "I'll be down in a minute," I replied, trying to sound more awake than I felt. Hermes gave a quick nod and turned to leave, with Apollo right behind him. As the door closed, I let out a long breath, trying to shake off the fear from the nightmare. But the image of Ares, lost and desperate in the fog, wouldn’t leave my mind.