Nietzsche Apollonian And Dionysian Novels & Stories

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.

“Basically, Aphrodite is the goddess of… well… sex. She is also the one who determines what we deem as beautiful. Some people even say she is the mother of prostitution and other forms of sex work.” My stomach turns in knots while she speaks. I think about the things she offered me. A relationship with Milo, to give me my beauty back, to get revenge on Bronx. But that last one makes little sense. That is the opposite of love. “Interesting.” Diane tilts her head. “I never considered there is a difference between the physical and emotional aspects of love.”

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

he mentions as if this scenario doesn’t bother her anymore. Apollo is a god of wits, he knows how to handle things in a impeccable way but he also has this side that I hate the most. He loves playing around women. A typical playboy of our kind but he always has this wits to get them coming around and I don’t appreciate it. Mother hissed and look at me. “ I just hope that your sister will not meet someone like you! You don’t know how to value innocence and appreciate the beauty of purity,” mother screams and I felt almost stumbling because of how she kind of rephrase those words.

“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.”