Hyacinthus X Apollo Novels & Stories

The soft click of the door pulled me from sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I looked around. The sun was setting outside the window, its warm light filling the room with an incredible sense of coziness. And right in the middle of that picture-perfect scene, Apollo himself appeared. His figure was bathed in golden light, making him look almost unreal. A smile spread across my face. My Apollo smiled back and handed me a huge bouquet of red roses. “Max,” I whispered, spellbound.

***Raven*** Hyacinth was the flower of the night—the only bloom that thrived in the moonlight. She was radiant, captivating, and effortlessly enchanting, much like the woman who had raised her, Margarette Sinclair. Though I hadn’t yet formally met the Sinclairs, it was clear that Hyacinth had brought a sense of joy and peace to Margarette’s family. Watching her interact with Margarette’s eldest son, I could see how her honesty and authenticity had won them over. It was impossible not to fall under her spell. She was introverted, yet she had a way of connecting with people, especially those with old souls. She was extraordinary, and I was endlessly proud to call her mine.

“ it’s for my wife. I did something unforgivable to her and she’s not speaking to me.” She narrows her eyes at me, probably judging me silently. “ you didn’t cheat on her, did you? Because with you men, it’s always a new woman.” “I wouldn’t cheat on her. I let her go because I didn’t realize how important she was to me, and I want her back.” “ Well then, you can never go wrong with daises and peonies. They both signify forgiveness. There’s also the white rose which signifies new beginnings. So, what’s it going to be?”

“She’s my favorite disciple, and she has great medical potential. Besides, she can even work independently now.” Thea was nervous. She looked at James by her side and asked, “Is everything going to be fine?” James gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t you worry.” Delilah continued, “Now let’s reveal Thea’s assistant’s answers.” Holding James’ answer, Kevin read them out loud, “No. 1, Hawthorn. Correct.” “No. 2, Aconitum carmichaelii. Correct.” “No. 3, Calculus Bovis. Correct.”

He read those lines in a whisper. Aconitum is also known as aconite, monkshood, wolf's-bane, leopard's bane, mouse bane, women's bane, devil's helmet, queen of poisons, or blue rocket, is a flowering plant, belongs to the family of Ranunculaceae. He read it two to three times to understand what it meant but nothing caught his attention. Maybe he was just being too dizzy with sleep. He sat back and took a deep breath before reading it again.

He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh

Apollo's voice carried an edge of irritation. "It's me, Lucas, Alpha Ryder's son," Lucas introduced himself. "What are you doing here, kid? Didn't I tell you to stay away from my daughters?" Apollo scolded. "Come on, don't take your anger out on a child," Amelia interjected. Apollo brushed her comment aside. "Well, I came to give Sophia these flowers and a gift for her birthday," Lucas explained. Apollo growled as he snatched the flowers and gift from Lucas, tossing them onto the bed in the room.

Luna said, "That's an interesting choice of flower for an unrequited love." "Why? What does it symbolize?" She picked a single stalked and arranged it beautifully with a kraft paper and some delicate ribbons, she explained as she gave it to me, "A purple hyacinth flower symbolizes sorrow and deep regret. Some said it was also jealousy." She continued, "The story goes that once, Apollo, the sun god, and Zephyr, the deity of the west wind, compete for the love. Then, at one point, Apollo is teaching Hyakinthos how to throw the discus, when Zephyr becomes enraged and blasts a gust of wind in Apollo's direction, causing the discus to hurl back in the direction of Hyakinthos, striking and killing

Even she couldn't hide her appreciation for the beauty of the mortal world at dawn. Eirene's eyes went wide with excitement. "Will they let me chase them? Just a little bit?" "Only if they want to be chased," Hera replied with a smile. "We must always be kind to living things, even small ones." Apollo walked alongside them, his stride measured and elegant even on the uneven dirt road, where ruts from recent rain made walking tricky. He plucked a small wildflower from the roadside – a delicate blue bloom – and tucked it behind Eirene's ear.

It's made to order, and I believe Xavion called them ahead. "Oh, they smell great! Reminds me of spring." I'm not a big fan of the hyacinth scent. It has a robust perfume scent, but the flowers are so beautiful. It's paired with freesia, some wild native flowers and greens, making it sinfully forbidden. The smell lingers profoundly on your nostrils, and you can't help but smile. "Was it back then?" I assume since he didn't respond. He nodded. "I'm glad I could talk about the past now," I continued. And like a child filled with excitement, I followed him again.