Barnes And Noble Lore Olympus Novels & Stories

Another two years bled into the next, the seasons turning like pages in a book I had forgotten I was still writing. Sometimes, in the quiet moments before the tavern came alive, I stood behind the bar and marveled at how completely Olympus had become my life. I knew regular customers by name, not just their orders. I understood the intricate web of House rivalries—the simmering feud between House Hermes and House Apollo, the quiet contempt House Poseidon held for the landlocked nobility.

"I'll have the rest of them brought down." I lifted my head then, my neck stiff from sitting curled up. "The rest of what?" "The boxes from the western gallery," he said. His eyes looked almost black in the grey light of the alcove. "The trinkets with the three ridges. The blue kirtle with the pearls. All of it." I stared at him. "You can't do that." "I can." "The council checks the inventory every third month," I said. "Alpha Bram has a ledger with every ring and cup written down in his own hand."

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

Our baby. And then there was the most terrifying truth of all. I didn’t know anything about pregnancy. So, after eating, I slipped quietly into the library. It wasn’t as big as the one in the pack but it had shelves in rows.I ran my fingers along the spines until I found an old book with worn edges and a faded title ‘Maternal Care and Moon-Born Children.’ Settling on the floor, I opened the book across my lap. I had never thought I’d be sitting in the Lycan’s library, reading about how to care for a child I was never supposed to be able to bear.

And in the center of the room. A book sat on a stone pedestal. Black leather. Silver veins pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. The cover was carved with a sigil shaped like a twisted moon. The Luna Maximus. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t dare blink. The stories said the Luna Maximus chose its reader. That it whispered to those with ambition black enough to stain fate. That it could gift a Luna more power than any Alpha alive. It should have chosen me years ago. But the goddess...the bitch...picked Emara instead.

Everyone knows now you have to give a kidney just to get a dozen. “Wait, so now we’ve added another place that we have to go, before we can go to the place where O is being held?” Mina asked looking at Mylan. “Yes, we have no choice the only way to get to Olympus. It is a place that the Gods and Goddesses once lived, before they scattered and created their own realms. No human has ever stepped food on Olympus.” “Wait what do you mean no human has ever stepped foot there? If that's the case that means, no human has done it and lived or it's forbidden, either way that damn sure means we not supposed to do it.” Lucky said shaking her head. “You don't have anything to worry about, because you're

Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes. After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room. Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through. Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a

The book was older than anything Olivia had ever seen, its cover a deep shade of maroon, almost dark enough to be black, with intricate golden symbols etched into the surface. When her fingers brushed the pages, she felt the pulse of magic flow through her. It was as if the book itself recognized her touch—knew that she was the one meant to uncover its secrets.

If she could have known ,the winds ahd flown her there so that she would be lectured as a kid them she could have never landed there but could have gone somewhere far away. “You surely underestimate my powers, Luna Milburn.” The moom godess chuckled, after reading her thoughts. “Am not lecturing you nor am I asking you to stop despising Alpha Rasmore. I just wanted to let you remeber that everytging happens for a reason.” She was told. Thick darkness started to ascend swallowing everything up. Karen wasn’t shocked nor asked anything because she knew what was about to happen. When the moongodess is preparing to reveal herself, the darkness happens. After a short while, the darkeness faded awa

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.