Blood Of Olympus Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Though they made him bleed, the war was only beginning. His eyes squinted in fury as he fed from the chaos around them. The battlefield, a graveyard of fire and ruin, and the blood moon radiant above. His wounds healed faster than ever before. He rose higher, its colossal form towering over them, red marks appearing on its skin as it absorbed more power from the blood moon above. Its presence felt like a towering mountain, and the ground shook beneath him, but Ophelia no longer trembled. Her fury had subsided, and she was in a state of calm. She stood completely unruffled by his growing power.

I was done for. An hour ago, I was on my back in a crater, my ribs caved in, my arm bent backwards, Lucian’s fist turning my face to pulp. I could still taste my own blood. Could still feel where my teeth were missing. My left eye was swollen shut. My lungs were wet. Every breath was a gamble. I should have been dead. Now I was here. On the back of a god. The red blood moon was six days away. Six days to hide. Six days to heal. Six days until I could tear the omega blood out of her and finally finish what Elara never started.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

“During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood loss. But I wasn’t. Kojin was a god. His blood *was* ichor.” She lowered her gaze—locked on me. “I studied at Storm Academy in Utah. And before that—in Shambhala. Ancient texts. Vampire physiology, divine anatomy, the old wars. Every single one said the same thing: the blood of gods is golden ichor. Not red. Not silver. Gold. Pure. Eternal.” She narrowed her eyes—sharp, searching. “Nico… have you ever met your biological parents?” The question landed like a stone in still water. I felt Elara’s hand tight

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

"You have tested it on a vampire before haven't you?" "We did, but that one ashed up" Ray held his mouth, so it kills... Is it worth it? If he could live a happy life with Tala? "Let me give you a heads up future king" Raphael said "As much as I know this will hurt, its something you must know, should you choose to follow the path you're on along with your Omega" "And that is?" "Because her blood can kill you, it basically serves as poison for every bit of you, which means..." Raphael paused, then first reached down and took out a bottle of blood he had in a fridge.

She looked down at the gaping hole in her chest with a perturbed frown, as though it was a pesky insect, then looked up and her eyes met Maddie's across the Pentacle. Maddie thought she caught a glimpse of something in her friend's eyes. A silent plea, a desperation, or perhaps something even worse. She screamed in agony as the body of her friend dissolved into a puddle of poison, and Olive was gone forever. Where a girl once stood, only a small pool of black poison remained. Aosoth continued as if nothing had happened. She turned and slowly walked to Maddie, the Celestial Blade glinting in her hand. "Blood of the Spawn, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your Mother."

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

I said coolly before turning and leaving without another word. But I could feel it, my throat tightening, the hunger clawing at me from within. It was time. Time for my next drink. Any other Bloodling would have already lost control by now, tearing into the nearest body until there was nothing left to drain. But my revulsion for these dogs and my relentless grip on control kept me from snapping. “Fuck,” I hissed under my breath as my vision wavered, the edges of the world blurring. I was straddling a knife’s edge, one step away from predator, one step away from prey.