Klavier X 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!”

She returned with a small vial filled with a green liquid. The doctor took it from her and examined it carefully. "Xeranti," he muttered, his face grim. "What is it?" Eden asked. "It's a rare and deadly poison," the doctor said. "It's hard to find a cure for it." Eden's heart sank. She knew that Kylian was in serious trouble. "What can we do?" she asked. "We need to find an antidote," the doctor said. "But that's easier said than done. Xeranti attacks the veins, weakening the victim and their wolf."

Apollo arrived carrying his lyre, testing the acoustics of the space with soft, experimental notes. "The sound will carry perfectly from here to the meadow," he said, strumming a chord that filled the corridor with warmth. "I've composed a new piece for the dedication—blending mortal folk melodies with divine harmonies. Eirene will join me, and we've asked a choir of mortal children to sing the chorus. There's nothing more powerful than young voices singing of hope and possibility."

"I'm so... s-s-s-sorry. Alpha Draven." At the mention of his name from her, Kael's eyes closed briefly, and when they opened again, they were pitch black. His head fell back a few degrees as he stared at her lips, wondering if they'd taste as soft as they looked. Goddess... how could a girl this small unwind him so much? He had to check. He had to be sure... Closing his eyes at the shuddering sensation, he groaned out in a husky voice. "Get me another cup of coffee."

Apollo still tried to coax one of his team members to change his mind. “I don’t need you to borrow me money. I know for sure I can’t return your money later on. What I urgently need at the moment is an additional source of income. I don’t want to owe anybody else, owe anybody else’s some money or some credits. If you really want to help me, you can help me by selling those Crudus’ violins to this Mr. Darrel de la Croix. It’s such a rare opportunity that somebody would love to buy one of our artefacts in such a high price like this. Opportunity won’t come twice, Apollo…”

She adds after a moment, when my expression doesn't change. I give her a slight nod of acknowledgement. "Hi." I say after a moment, unsure of exactly how to respond. Apollo grins suddenly, his teeth white enough I fear that might blind me, and suddenly claps his hands together, a sharp sound that startles me slightly. Almost immediately, soft piano music begins to play and as I search for the source, I stare in amazement at the piano across the room, playing all on its own. The sound is beautiful, slow and lyrical, filling the entire room. Apollo's smile continues to grow, clearly pleased by my clear surprise. "I am the God of Music, not just the Sun-and many other things."