Novelas y relatos de Hyacinthus X Apollo

The floor length summer dress clung to my body, the back open with the dip stopping a little below my waist. The ruffles gave the illusion of a flower with its soft pink shade. Apollo was dressed in an apricot linen pants set and Phoe sported one of his own. They were both so handsome, and both of them belonged to me I had totally hit the jackpot.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

After wrapping his hand with handkerchief, he took out a yellow coloured flower which was blotted by purple imprints which looked like as if web of blue veins are running through it.  (Scientific name: Hyoscyamus niger common name. : henbane) Everyone's curiosity was on fire after seeing a, plant in Stephano's hand. Luca came forward in order to touch the shrinked leaves of the plant(since it was plucked previous day therefore it leaves were bit shrinked) but Stephano jerked his hands away and shouted, "Are you fool? This is a poisonous plant or else I wouldn't have used handkerchief to pick it. It can cause rashes on skin.

Hopefully, he gets the hint and let her go before she pushes him off to an open chasm of the underworld. “What? Why are you looking at me like that, Poppy?” suddenly, Apollo grinned, luminous blue eyes twinkling, “Oh, did you finally come to your senses? Did you realize that I am hotter? That’s okay, go ahead, stare at me with love and adoration to your hearts’ content~!” Her eyebrow twitched, “Apollo, I am literally glaring at you with nothing but pure, unadulterated hate in my eyes right now.” “…I told you so! After all, a mere dog could never compare with a face as radiant as I!”

Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.” Andris’s eyes widened. "Evon... I have to admit, she does have a little talent in design." Evon squinted his eyes and took a glance at Hesper then at Andris, who was a little shy about approaching Hesper. The annoyance that he had suppressed

No matter how much Roula would flirt with another student she always left with Vulcan. Apollo and Cynthia were actually fraternal twins. No one would believe them due to the fact that didn’t seem close. Or look alike for that matter. Artemis was the epitome of a modern hippie in their eyes. She wore her hair long, mid back length, in a French braid, while Apollo kept his hair shoulder length and in a ponytail. He seemed more alike with Roula than Cynthia. They often would try to pair her with Vulcan despite knowing that he was in love with Roula.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

I'm busy trying to decide what to do with some carnations when there's another knock at the door. More flowers? But I've already almost brought almost all of them in and I’m out of room. Still, I make my way to the door and open up to hyacinths in purple, white, and pink. On the other side of the bouquet, I lock eyes with Apollo Kian. “Come in,” I say, struggling to stay cool and preparing myself for whatever he’s about to say and do. He follows me inside, closing and dead bolting the door behind him. “Wow, beautiful,” he says, scanning my place.

These flowers came out of my mouth non-stop as my tears and sorrow flowed out of my body. “They said the Hyacinth flowers symbolize sadness because of the legend of the Greek god on the sun, Apollo’s lover’s death, Hyacinth. The god, Apollo, grew flowers in his lover’s grave that was the result or the origin of the Hyacinth flowers,” Franklin told me the origin or legend of the Hyacinth flower as I attentively listened. “I thought Apollo’s lover was a mortal woman named Daphne?” I asked him. Because I remember reading one time in a story book during the time I was in Durham's library that there was another story about Daphne, the beautiful mortal woman and Apollo, the god of the sun.