Blood Of Olympus Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

The stream behind me stilled; even the wind refused to breathe. Then I saw something, his hand, long-fingered and pale, sliding from the shadow. Black symbols crawled across his skin, shifting like living ink. In his palm was a shard of glass, sharp enough to slice the air. “Blood,” he said simply. “The currency of all things.” Before I could reply, he lifted the shard and pressed it to my palm. Pain flashed white. I gasped, watching a thin line of crimson bloom across my hand. The blood dripped into the earth, hissing as it touched the ground.

It was not going to last forever, so he had to finish this fight as soon as possible! Logan poured his power into his golden blade and charged at Olin. The latter summoned a golden barrier, but it was too weak against Logan's attack. It broke, and Olin was injured. Olin lay in a pool of blood. He was done for. His strength was gone. Logan's attack was too powerful! "What is this guy? He's not human, is he? Some kind of ancient god reincarnated?" the observer muttered under his breath. He could only watch as Logan drew closer and closer to Olin with his Golden Dragon Blade.

My fingers slide over the spine before I pull it out. I flip the book open, and my eyes catch something unexpected but very much sought after. Maps. Not of pack borders but routes. Underground tunnels. Certain outposts not marked on the official map. Margins field with coded symbols that I may not understand but certainly will have no problem deciphering in my alone time. It is clear. These are the routes the omegas are always sent through to meet their doom and deaths. “Hah.” I scoff, my pulse quickening. Unless you actually got your hands on something like this, you would’ve never have suspected.

"Zeus doesn't move directly. He never has. He sets conditions and lets other entities move into them. Grayson was a condition. The hunter's ambush was a condition. The Blood Oath even that, I think, was a condition." Vivienne looked at him. "He wanted you to survive the ambush?" "He wanted me to go through something that would either break me or make me into something he could use," Magnus said. "And the Nymph Queen I think Celeste knew this. I think the Blood Oath was her counter-move. Putting me in her service, off the board, while she positioned whatever resources she needed for the next phase." "And the next phase is" "I don't know yet." He turned to face her. "But I know the Nymph Queen

I groan as pain explodes in my temple and hot liquid cascades down my face. The fvcker. “Blood—yum.” He grins, and he’s definitely not faking it. The sick fvck does enjoy the sight of blood more than anything. “Let’s start with those pretty nails, eh?” He steps behind me and takes my hand in his. I tense, holding my breath. If he hurts my sniper arm, I’m going to bloody murder him. “Oh wait.” He motions at one of the guards. “Pass me a knife, would ya? I want to cut his skin at the same time.”

Oxford’s disheveled hair was clamped in Valentino’s massive hand, the grip so tight it sent sharp pain into his scalp, making him wince. A shiver ran through Oxford’s entire body as he caught sight of most of his men lying dead on the floor. The space was a bloodbath—utterly terrifying. His stomach churned and twisted in disgust, making him want to vomit everything left in his system. It was unbelievable. These people had taken down so many in barely an hour. Valentino dropped Oxford to the floor. A bloody limb with a ripped arm landed beside him, and Oxford scrambled away from it—only to hear a growl behind him. It was the dire wolf that had killed X moments ago.

The world was strangely still in the aftermath of the fight. The ground bore the scars of their battle, claw marks etched into the stone, and the scent of blood—sharp and metallic—hung heavy in the air. Diva stood over Ronan, her chest heaving, golden eyes glowing with a flicker of her beast still pulsing beneath her skin. Her claws were out, bloodied, her body trembling not with weakness, but the force of what had just happened.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

"Pathetic." The tension mounted. Violence was imminent. Revira gripped the back of Rakar's jacket, scared half to death. "ENOUGH!" The voice came from Eldric. The Elder stepped forward, slicing the tension like a hot knife through butter. He hadn't shouted, but his voice carried an authority that made Goran and the other warriors immediately lower their heads. "This child is dying," Eldric said coldly, looking at Goran. "He carries the Moon Blood. If he detonates here because you blocked his path, your blood will be the first to boil."