Hyacinthus X Apollo Novels & Stories

Xayne looked outside resting her head against the window and the vehicle drove past a land of flowers. "Stop!". She said and he hit the brake like he's been waiting for her to say it the entire time. Xayne pushed open the door and got down. "You like the view?". Shane asked. "I don't like it". She replied walking into the land. "Why is that so? It's beautiful". "I don't like it, I love it". She said plucking one of the bleeding heart flower. "Lamprocapnos spectabilis". Xayne whispered. "Is that a spell to turn me into one of this?". He asked and she let out a soft smile.

To make them believe that they are truly with bait. The fresh local honey will be the decoy, the potion will disguise as a honey drink given by the bait. Alstroemeria is a flower that she will blend because it means love and strength. Forget-Me-Nots as the sign of not forgetting that they are trapped without them realizing it. While the Red Dahlia represents the power that the potion holds and Rhododendrons symbolizes that the bait is in danger, a danger they never knew and will never escape unless they were given the antidote.

There were golden yellow, palette yellow, white, orange, an pink. “Woah, talk about a daffodil craze.” she remarked. “To tell you the truth, your ladyship, it was almost impossible to grow any flower in the underworld especially because of the absence of the madam.” “Really? Then what is it with Hades and daffodils?” In her mind, she is calling him stupid. “You might not remember this but daffodils or narcissus, as we call it, reminds the master of you.” “Of me?” Angelique searched her brain for possible connection of Persephone, Hades and narcissus but failed. Unfortunately, her favorite Greek mythology couple is Eros and Psyche.

Apollo gasped and fell back, giggling hysterically, and began to beg his husband to stop, because being tickled is like being happy raped to Apollo. He rolled to the other side of the bed, breathless, his gaze fixed on his smiling mate. Apollo valued and appreciated those small moments of happiness because they are so important and valuable. Apollo deeply wished that his life continues on with happiness, snappiness and everything ness. "A penny for your thoughts?" Xaun breathily whispered into his ears causing shivers to run down Apollo's back. "None of your business" He sassily replied knowing that Xaun will again turn into a tickling monster.

I smiled looking at flower, cursed my fate at how much this flower represented my situation, my grief. I still remember, there was this one time when my mother caught me playing me flowers in garden, she caught plucked hyacinth in my hand. I couldn't forget how she picked me up before sitting in patio and tugged the flower away from my small hands. "Why is this flower purple? Why isn't it in other colours like red?" My innocent question took her off guard and she smiled down at me. "Only because it is grew from blood of Hyakinthos, a boy both Apollo and Zephyr loved." At that time I couldn't understand her words but after her death, her grave was covered with purple hyacinths.

he answered honestly. Luis stroked his son's hair because was pleased to hear his answer. "And the name of this flower is Calendula when you grow up maybe you can find out for yourself all things related to the flower," he continued reassuring his son. Troye nodded again. "Then what is the purpose of you bringing me here? Does it have something to do with the Calendula flower?" he replied curiously, because still curious about his father's statement.

Or just native to the Lycan realm? I decided not to dwell on that for long, instead, I took a few steps forward and crouched beside a cluster of pale-blue blossoms that glimmered faintly. “Okay, Pearl,” I said, touching one gently. “This one is called Moonlace Hydrangea.” Pearl leaned closer, eyes wide. “It’s shiny.”

Hell recognising her the way it once recognised a queen. A slow, ugly heat curled low in Apollo’s gut. Not lust. Not the good kind. Something darker. “No hands,” he said. “No shadows. No magic.” Aethan shook his head once. “None that I saw.” “And he knew you were watching?” Apollo asked. “Yes,” the spy admitted. “He felt me in the walls twice. Pushed me back. But he did not veil her from my sight. He did not try to hide anything. He kept the distance you decreed.”

"Apollo, what are you saying? You told me I was the only one who understood your heart. You said Persephone was proud and cold. You said after the wedding, I would still have you." "Shut up," he snapped. Her eyes filled. "You promised me." Apollo stood and slapped her. The sound was smaller than the one he had given me, but it carried farther because everyone was waiting for it. "You clung to me because my light kept you alive," he said. "Do not mistake pity for love. You are a Nymph Demeter found half-dead in the snow. Persephone is Zeus's daughter. Did you really think I would choose you over a throne?"

asked Prince Lucas. “This is Aconitum napellus, the poison of the monkshood flower, slowly this poison can make the heart rate slow down and die. But luckily Prince Axton is still fine. I can help heal prince Axton, but not now, I have to collect medicinal herbs for healing.” Lucas sighed, not expecting anyone to have the heart to do something like this to Axton.