Blood Of Olympus Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Lucien only had time to touch a small piece of her last drop of blood before the darkness swallowed everything. --- Above the ground. Selene screamed, pulled out her knife, cut her wrist, and let the blood mix with the black flower. Each petal shook, then bloomed from within, a female figure gradually taking shape, wrapped in a cocoon of blood essence. A red light flared, blinding. The blood wind swirled, scattering the ashes around the Divine Tower. Selene collapsed, blood pouring from her eyes and mouth, but she smiled. “Rise, Evelyn Cross. Bloodheart never dies.”

And when I turn toward my son, blood has completely drained from his face. Which prisoner? Who's Athena? And dear God, what exactly has Zeus done?

ALPHA AUGUST POV Where were all these neonates coming from? I should have had more warriors with us. More were on their way, but they weren't going to get here fast enough. Bishop was trying to decapitate one of the bloodsuckers just as Athena jumped off Liam's back onto one of their shoulders, removing its senses so Liam could rip its head off. "Mine," Bishop growled, jealousy seeping out of all orifices ready to take Liam's head off.

This might mean nothing to others, but those of lycanthrope blood know that the Omega symbol for the Greek God Ares implies war. “What the fuck?! Who is declaring war on the Five?” I exclaim with a hammering heart and wide eyes as I turn to Kai, but he simply crosses his arms and points to the ceiling. When I look up, I see what he means, and instead of wondering how the fuck they came into this club and killed a Volkov pup to do all this, I feel my entire body light up with fury. A skull adorned with a crown of daggers and eight spears encircling it, and next to it was a maiden skull with a crown of roses holding a sword in a skeletal hand.

And for Selene to stand beside him—not as his subordinate, but as his Luna, his equal. The ceremony was not a gentle affair. The Ashen Pack thrived on strength, on endurance, on proving dominance through action—not just words. And so, the Blood Oath was required. Selene stood before Darius at the center of the gathering, her stance unwavering, her gaze locked onto his. They were dressed in ceremonial robes—dark silver for him, deep charcoal black for her, embroidered with symbols of the ancient wolves who had ruled before them. Kael and Zaria stood as witnesses, each holding blades carved from obsidian, meant for one purpose.

New Yorkers are trained to mind their own business. He yanked me closer, breath hot against my ear. “Shut up and hand it over, pretty boy.” French accent gone, panic took over. “Laisse-moi—get off!” I twisted hard. He cursed under his breath and shoved me back against the pole. My spine hit metal. Pain flared. My sketchbook hit the floor, pages splaying open. That’s when everything changed. A shadow moved—fast, brutal, silent. One second the guy had me pinned; the next he was flying backward like he’d been hit by a truck.

I frowned, realizing what I had to do. Aw fuck. I gripped the small blade tightly in my hand as I held it over my arm. I had to cut so enough blood was spilled for me to need April, but not enough that my life was actually in danger. I frowned, as I stared at my lightly scarred arm.I had tried self harm a few times. It wasn't exactly an uncommon practice amongst omegas. It didn't really do anything for me though so I quickly stopped. Still, because so many around me did it, I had a decent idea of where to cut. Carefully, I dug the blade into my forearm, going horizontally as I made sure to nick my blood vessel.

Daylen brushed him aside and came to help me to my feet. There was no heat this time. No spark. I wrapped my arms around his waist expecting to be blasted against a chair, but I was kept safely in his arms. “What was that?” I whispered. “The blood bond is taking effect.” He whispered back. “A dark angel cannot have union with an Olympiad god. It’s disastrous.” Storm said. “He’s always been a smart boy. Now leave us all of you.” Solaris’s death glare ranged from her guards to her general and finally on her husband.

“Back away from the wall!” He didn’t hear me. Or he heard, and didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the ocean . on the crimson storm twisting itself around one figure like a crown. Clara. Except this wasn’t Clara. This was something ancient wearing Clara’s bones. And she was looking at Ares like he’d come home. The wolves crawled backward, ears pinned. One of the generals whispered under his breath: “Not magic… this is god blood.” I wished he hadn’t said it, because the moment he did, I felt it too.

The trenches swallow stragglers, Hazel’s arrows mark throats, Mara’s knives flash like punctuation in the chaos. Within minutes, the clearing is ours. Blackthorn howls victory, iron and smoke and pride carried high. And none of it matters. Because Ronan is bleeding out in the snow. I collapse back into human form, knees skidding in crimson, hands clutching the hole in his chest like I can hold his life in with nothing but skin and will. “No, no, please...” My voice cracks, ragged. I press harder, but the blood won’t stop flowing, hot and endless. It seeps through my fingers, down my arms, painting me in him.