Tragic Mythology E-Book Bundle

A god fighting his fate. A prince burdened with secrets. And a romance that could end in flames.

Apollo is a deity… almost. Half mortal and refusing to take his position as god of the sun, he spends his nights drowning out haunting memories and his days avoiding responsibilities.​Until his father forces him into an ultimatum:

Ascend immediately.

Or spend the year mentoring under the obnoxious Prince Hyacinth.

Forced together, Apollo and Hyacinth grapple with their mutual disdain for each other.

But what starts as a kindling of irritation begins to burn into something new. A spark that, if it turns to flame, could incinerate everything they’ve always protected.

A reimagining of the Greek myth of Apollo and Prince Hyacinth, this NA, enemies-to-lovers fantasy series is a whirlwind journey full of romance, intrigue, and enthralling characters.

But Hyacinth.

He wore a robe in a soft brown with a cream lapel and cuffs, his crown perched over his dark hair, his chin raised, shoulders back.

I’d once seen that as arrogance from him.

I knew now it wasn’t that, but rather him bracing himself, acting out lies to give the room what they expected to see. A prince, draped in finery, steel in his eyes.

The trio separated, and Hyacinth walked over to his seat.

He stood so close to me, and yet his expression remained cool, his gaze trailing everyone in the space. He nodded and people shuffled, chairs scraping over the rug, jewelry jangling as the group took their seats.

I leaned in towards him. “Evening, Prince.”

One corner of his lip twitched. “Glad to see you, golden boy.”

“Ugh.” I grabbed my goblet, disappointment gnawing at me to find it empty. “I came here as an aberration, for your sake. You think you’d be nice to me.”

Hyacinth drew closer to me. The color of his outfit enhanced the hazel of his irises, and my heart tripped into my throat. He held my gaze—many wouldn’t, not when my eyes glowed like they did—and he smiled. “My lord”—he skimmed over me—“an aberration is the last word I’d use to describe you tonight.”

In an odd and uncomfortable turn of events for me, words tangled up on my tongue, refusing to form. A smile pinched at his lips again, and he bobbed his head before turning to the person sitting on his other side.

And those feelings that kept slinking around me burned through me again, crackling my nerves like an inferno raged. And, gods, it was stupid. If Hyacinth was anyone else—anyone except my mentor, except the person I was supposed to spend the next year with, except someone rapidly becoming a confidante, maybe even a friend—if he was anyone other than that, I would have long since offered him an invitation to my bed and just as quickly discarded him.

But he was someone else entirely.

I wasn’t even sure I understood who.

Except that I wished to know.

I should have ignored the spark that seemed to ignite between us, the way our bodies hovered towards the other. No lover of mine was truly safe. So, I should have disregarded it for his sake.

I should have.

But, then again, I wasn’t well known for prudent decisions.

An attendant walked up, bowing over, pouring wine into Hyacinth’s goblet and then mine. Her hair rippled like an ocean’s tide and her sparkling eyes flicked in my direction. I leaned over to Hyacinth once she moved farther down and whispered, “You have beautiful attendants here.”

His jaw tensed, his expression tightening, but a smile played at his lips. “Leave my attendants alone.”

I swished the wine in my glass. “Are you going to tell me you do?”

“Yes.”

I shifted towards him. “In the time I’ve been here, I’ve also found your attendants to be flirtatious.”

He took a swallow of his wine. “And?”

“And you’ve always turned them down?”

He raised his gaze to me, and some challenge flashed across the warm hazel of his eyes. “That’s just what I’m telling you. I’ve never been with any of these women.”

“These women… or any women?”

His face tightened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer me. Then he shrugged. “Any women.”

I studied him for a heartbeat, the glass in my hand slippery. I tilted it side to side, letting the burgundy of the liquid splash around, catching the light. My words came like a breeze, drifting out on a breath. “You have attractive men in the palace as well.”

A muscle along Hyacinth’s jaw jumped. His gaze bore into mine and—something—crackled between the two of us like the tension that hummed through the air on a summer evening just before lightning bit against the dark, tearing the sky apart. Hyacinth cocked his head to the side. “I suppose that’s true.”

My heart pattered, but I cleared my throat, dropping back into my seat, a laugh filling my words. “Are you not going to tell me to leave the men alone?”

His eyebrows jumped up. “Do I need to?”

I met his gaze—the storm brewing in it—and smirked. “Yes.”

He remained quiet for several heartbeats, the murmuring and jangling of the dinner spilling between us, and that aching sharpness bit into the air again, snagging through all the voices humming around. He sighed and swallowed the last of his wine. “Leave all of my attendants alone, then.”

Something tangled up within me, big and heady and thunderous, like looking over the edge of a precipice and deciding to jump. I leaned in once more, dropping my voice to a rumble of a sound. “But, who then do you suggest I spend my downtime with if you’ve outlawed the entire palace?” I tilted in so close to him I swore I could hear the beating of his heart. His lips pursed, and I rolled the words around in my mouth before smiling and saying, “Have any suggestions, Prince?”

🌞 Apollo as a Main Character

❤️ Enemies to Lovers

🥀 Tragic Original Story

👑 Immortal God x Human Prince

👥 Forced Proximity

👿 Angry Gods

🏳️‍🌈 Gay romance

🫂 Found Family

☀️ Sunshine/Grumpy