Trials Of Apollo Fanart Novels & Stories

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

Apollo raised her hands to show that he will not do anything to her. "I won't hurt you." Apollo said calmly even though he is anxious. Artemis and Hermes copied him but to no avail. It's already too late. Eleena can still feel that her life is at risk. She bit her lip as she clenched her hands but the adrenaline in her veins was too strong. Eleena shook her head in hopes that she could shoo away the destroyer's consciousness. "Eleena. Try to stay in control." Apollo's soothing voice made her look at him but again, to no avail.

My quiet voice caught Apollo's eyes, who glanced at the growing crowd with little interest. "They wish for a glimpse at this year's contestants." Apollo shrugged, "For most of them, this is as close to Iridian as they will ever get. It is up to you whether you wish to entertain them, though we are on a tight schedule." Apollo pulled the car around to the front of the building, and an explosion of light wracked my brain. Flashes of camera's exploded without warning, leaving growing white spots in my vision. Apollo seemed not to notice the bright light, and stepped from the car without hesitation.

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.

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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. “What in the world are you doing?” Artemis frowned, leaning forward to study him better. I closed my laptop, giving in—there was no way I’d get work done now, not when Apollo looked this ridiculous. “You look silly, Uncle Handsome!” Summer giggled, and I burst out laughing right along with her. “Are you… pooping?” Artemis guessed. Apollo rolled his eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. “Does anyone poop standing up and spinning?” he snapped.

(Apollo, Adelaide & Caelum) Apollo emerged from the dark at the edge of the pit without ceremony. No trumpet of heat. No theatrical flare. Just the sudden sensation of the air being re-measured, as if the room itself had snapped to attention. He wore his human shape, but it clung to him like a rumour—convincing at a distance, treacherous up close. Tall and broad-shouldered, built with a symmetry so precise it felt engineered for conquest, not comfort. Bare arms, thick with corded muscle, moved with lazy certainty, as if strength were not something he flexed but something he inhabited. Bare hands, empty of weapons, because weapons were redundant when he himself was one. His torso was unarmour

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