Trials Of Apollo Fanart Novels & Stories

I murmured in understanding. “And why I will continue to do so.” He whispered softly, “That painting is a menace to my kingdom.” “I heard that, and I am deeply, unconsolably offended.” Apollo groaned, throwing his head back. “Then you can’t possibly be more offended when I do this.” Dain waved his hand and the life-sized painting of Apollo vanished in whisps of smoke and shadow. The last thing I saw was the look of protest on painting Apollo’s face. Apollo cursed and got to his feet, an exasperated look on his face. “Mark my words, you’ll miss me when I’m in the grave. You’ll want to hang my gift, then.”

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.

Alex POV The excited buzz of the crowd added to the buzz of nerves thumping in Alex’s veins. She stood in the quickly constructed arena, that the warriors had been building since last night when the King had demanded the Trials continue that afternoon, watching the wolves around her. Most were blissfully ignorant of the tension awash in the pack. They filed into their seats, sitting on a platform 2 meters above the training ground in a large oval shape that allowed for a fighting space at the centre. They chatted and laughed about the Trial to come, excitement brewing for who their Luna would be.

Shaking his head as he faced Merlin, Apollo Sky started to relay his information, making the tensed atmosphere to grow thicker by ten folds. On cue, Levi’s smirking face turned grim while a knot lodged between Merlin’s brows – waiting for some news from Maleficent. “The fourth trial has ended and by the looks of it, the Benevolent World is winning,” said Apollo Sky, “But Maleficent is not helping herself either!” Apollo Sky’s tone sharpened when talking about Maleficent. He continued with a frown, his voice was guttural as if he was recalling something maddening. “She does not let anyone stand to defend her and she continues to decline her visitors. And she kept on pleading guilty. But you k

When Artemis stepped up to take her turn, I watched Apollo’s face drain of color. Crack. The sound of her flick echoed off the marble floors, and I winced in sympathy. A red mark bloomed on his forehead instantly. “Just you wait,” Apollo growled, pushing to his feet. “If you don’t guess this one, you’re both getting it.” I couldn’t help but snort as he dropped into a squat, popped back up, and spun in a circle—repeating the motion over and over, his hands held out in front of him like he was gripping an invisible pole.

But with precision. The first ribbon coiled around her wrist, warm as heated silk. Another brushed her thigh. A third slid behind her knees, urging—not forcing—her into position. “Apollo…” Her breath stuttered. “What are you—?” “Art,” he said softly. “I am making art.”

It wasn't a shrug that said she didn't care, it was more a 'I'll cross that bridge when I get there' shrug. "Apollo used to ask me the same question. I used to give him the same answer. When we got home, he'd run upstairs and ask our mother for shooting lessons" The girl snorted "When mother asked, 'What on earth for?' Apollo would say, 'So I can marry Arte and we can be together forever!' like he was scared we wouldn't be." Benji was stiff from the moment 'Apollo' came out of Arte's mouth. He wasn't sure what to say, feeling like Apollo was a touchy subject. Though when he gathered the courage to ask what happened to that sweet boy, Arte's phone rang.

The tension in the room starts to dissipate as Apollo's words settle in, reminding them all of the importance of trust among allies. Apollo nods at Theo, his gaze steady and reassuring. The room's tension begins to dissipate, the crackling energy simmering down to a more manageable level. Theo meets Apollo's eyes, his gratitude visible despite the turmoil of emotions he's wrestling with. Apollo's nod is like a silent acknowledgment: he trusts Theo, and he knows there's more to the story than what Alaric perceived. After a moment, Apollo takes a step back, allowing the air to settle. He glances at Alaric, who seems less aggressive, though his eyes still hold a hint of doubt. The message is cl

I forced out between whimpers. “T-The symbol,” Jenna stammered. I pushed myself upright, kneeling. “What symbol?” Her hand brushed the spot. Pain ripped through me. “Arrghhh!” I screamed. “Why did you do that?” I hissed through clenched teeth. She pulled back, panicked. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She tried to help me up. “Your drawing, Tamara. The one Persia talked about.” She picked up shards of glass, holding one behind me while I clutched another. My eyes widened. The symbol was etched boldly into my shoulder, glowing.

Later that year Hunter was pulling on his tuxedo as Ava stepped up beside him in the mirror with the sexiest dress he’d ever seen her in. The perfect slave dress for a spicy island night that would change their lives forever. With his father back at the helm of the Apollyon Corporation. Hunter had more time to spend on his own projects and managed to get his ideas in the right hands to help people across the globe. His most recent project, helping reunite families who were victims of crimes and human trafficking.