Nietzsche Apollonian And Dionysian 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!”

The young goddess took up her bow then flew away to stalk her game. Apollo, she knew, was hunting, so she made his path cross that of Daphne, a mountain nymph, daughter of the river god Penaeus. Then, fluttering above them, invisible, she pulled back her bowstring and shot Apollo with the dart of love then Daphne with the arrow of indifference. Immediately, the poison took effect on the god, polluting his ichor with a flaming passion. His heart pounded as his stomach rolled with craving. Then he felt his feet sprinting and sprinting, going towards the maiden.

And, any minute from now, he could do something reckless that would put his life and Sebastian's life at risk if he wouldn't be able to hold down his anger for a while. "I'm not underestimating her, Dionysus. I'm just curious about her. Am I not allowed to be curious at all?" Apollo asked someone in the crowd and the crowd cheered back. "See? They like my idea. Come on, lil bro." "Curiosity always killed the fucking cat!" "Still, the thrill of the game is worth it, right?" Dionysus blew a deep breath and clenched his fists. "You can fuck all the woman you want, but not her! She is already mine, Apollo! Mine! How dare you even think to have a married woman on your fucking bed! You're so disgu

“If you’re not an ordinary man, then who are you?” The corners of the man’s lips suddenly lifted. A smirk appeared on his face. Dante’s eyes closed, then opened with a certain radiance. “I am Dionysus. I can be reborn after experiencing death. How could I possibly leave you?” Those decisive words were mixed with the strong scent of alcohol. It created the illusion that Dante was really a God of Wine. His good looks were intoxicating. His charm was as wild as a grapevine. Once tied, it won’t let you go.

“You know you also want me. Are you going to suffer because you want to make me suffer?” “I’m not suffering.” “I hate you!” “Even when I do this?” He nibbles my neck. “You are evil,” I moan. “I know,” he grins, and then he sits up. “What can I do to have you?” I kneel on the bed, hugging him from behind. “You tell me. What can you do to have me?” “I wish Apollo would come to the surface,” I groan. “You don’t want Apollo to come to the surface, believe me. He is an animal.”