Lore Olympus Apollo Novels & Stories

Everyone was wearing a mask from full to half masks. His friend dragged the son of Helios in Olympus. Apollo. They only bonded because Apollo was the last person to involve in the war and think they were above Titans. That’s why Lukas tolerated the God of music. “Now that you’re here! I won’t let you go.” Lukas rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me regret accepting your invitation.” Apollo looked over his shoulder; his lips pressed together. “You won’t! Come on, let’s get some drinks.”

The science part along with the Gods is a bit strange, the way humans see dimensions is quite interesting and sometimes not so different from what it really is. Sure, the Sun is a star lighting up the sky, but at the same time, he is also a God, Apollo, a powerful being who if he wanted to could wipe out the Earth in just a few months, but he doesn't, his chariot is beautiful and has a glow that can blind if you look at it for too long. The dance between Apollo and the Moon is powerful, it is beautiful, it is splendid and I cannot deny, as much as I despise Selene, I cannot deny the interaction that these two Gods have with each other.

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

“Haha! A relic? With a third of Olympus’ army? You fools who dared to wage war on Olympus with one of our own must have thought that you had misled us by sending us on a wild goose chase, but did you really think you were the ones manipulating Loki?!” Hearing Apollo’s words, Horus’ expression turned grim. The fact that Egypt had turned its attention towards Olympus and schemed with others to strip it of its master should not be known to Apollo and Achilles who were trapped here on this planet with little to no information. Even worse, they knew that Loki was the instigator, and it seemed that they knew that Loki was being used by the Ra and the Jade Emperor under the influence of the Reaper;

Apollo looks at me and smirks. “I wanted to save something in case I needed another push to get you interested.” I try to fight my smile, but it’s a losing battle. “Do you think that I’m easily bought with a home theater?” Apollo hands me a plate that’s full of finger foods. “Not really, but I wanted an ace in the hole in case I needed it.” Apollo wiggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. Completely fun and funny, just like he seemed.

"There’s so much I want to show you, so much of the world waiting for us to see together." The engines roared to life, and within moments, they were soaring above the clouds. Lune gazed out of the window in awe, the landscapes below becoming miniature as they climbed higher. Arlo watched her, smiling softly, his heart swelling with happiness to see her so captivated. He leaned back, feeling a deep satisfaction in his heart—this honeymoon was everything he wanted, and more importantly, it was with the person he wanted most in the world.

We sat in the corridor as the sky outside the fortress windows began its long movement toward dawn. Below us, the healed world held everything up. Above us, the full moon was setting. Somewhere north of Selene was running home. The omega they tried to destroy had become the Alpha who restored the world. And the work of deciding what to do with a restored world was just beginning. Which, when you thought about it, was exactly as it should be. Some things end so that better things can be built on what remains. The wound was closed. The building could begin.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I asked, my voice rising. “Somewhere in Russia,” Lily answered. My body lightened. “Russia?” I echoed. “Russia the country.” I snorted. “That’s too far. There’s no way that’s Kaela.” “She fits the description,” she said, “I heard she’s an endocrine specialist.” My voice fell. “Do you know how many endocrine specialists exist?” “I do,” she answers. “But how many are interested in Alpha and Omega transitioning. The protocols she’s using. They match the modulation you showed me.”

Next to that was a little dresser with a few picture frames on top. Among the pictures frames was a globe that looked like the moon. I picked it up and to look at it closer and it even had the same markings of the moon. She comes over and pressed a button on it and it lights up. When the lights turned off I freaked out and dropped the globe. "I'm so sorry!" I say bending down to pick it up.

the fairly old man smiled and stood very close to Angela. Angela had been bound to a chair with shackles. It was very tight that she couldn't move a limb. "Hello, the Omega" the fairly old man greeted her and laughed. "My name is Malcolm. I'm very sure you know that before lurking around my house" he shook his head. "There is a misunderstanding. You are making a mistake. I am not lurking around your house" Angela pleaded. "Is it also a mistake that you are an Omega?" Malcolm asked quickly.