Novel & Cerita Blood Of Olympus Kindle

Jax "She wants to meet her Alpha, and mate." I say holding her face carefully in my hands. I feel flames ignite in my palms and travel down my arms and into my chest. I watch as her face turns a crimson color and as gold swirls around in her forest green eyes. This girl is the opposite of me in every way. Just being around her I can already tell and I'm not sure why fate has made her mine. I'm not use to fragile little things.

Oliver keep quiet and wait for the response of Jimel but to his surprise, the young man who is laying on the ground immediately stand up with a widened eyes. "Oh no.. this is not good... now that I remember it... they're much worst than those of the serpent snake gang! The golden olympus..." "Golden... Olympus?" Oliver asked as he havent heard of that name before. That was new to his ears. Even though, the serpent snake gang is also something he haven't heard before... he didn't bother

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.

The blade came free with resistance, the sound wet and thick as it tore loose from muscle, dragging damage with it in a way that made the pain spike again, sharper, deeper, enough that Apollo’s vision narrowed at the edges for a fraction of a second. Still, he did not make a sound. Blood followed. Not the usual dark spill of infernal injury. Thicker. Darker. It oozed rather than flowed, blackened to a depth that devoured what little light dared touch it, spreading slowly across the torn fabric of his armour and the ground beneath. It looked wrong the moment it met the air—not merely blood, but corruption given liquid shape, glossy and viscous as pitch, as if the underworld itself had bled th

Blood. Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “She’s bleeding,” Celeste murmured, almost to herself. “She didn’t get far. She couldn’t have.” Ophelia moved closer, following her daughter’s stare. The sight of the blood made her pulse race with a mixture of triumph and vindictive hunger. “She’s hurt,” Ophelia said with grim satisfaction. “Good. Let her run. Every step she takes will only drain her more.” Celeste’s eyes glimmered with cold amusement as she straightened.

Lyra’s POV I’d never seen anything more beautiful than the ceremony grounds at sunset. Many white candles flickered in the dimming light, creating a soft glow among the old oak trees. Flower petals, including jasmine and rose, along with an unfamiliar scent that reminded me of moonlight, covered the paths to the sacred circle. Representatives from twelve different packs filled the wooden benches arranged in circles around the ceremonial platform, their eyes shining with excitement. And at the center of it all, the Moon Stone. A massive piece of silver-veined marble that had been used for mating ceremonies for over three centuries, now glowing with an inner light that seemed to pulse in rhyth

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

I had one hand around a traitor’s throat and the other wrapped around a glass of infernal wine, already planning which omega I’d knot first and which one I’d let bleed out after. Then it punched through the walls like divine violence. Lunar blood. Pure. Untouched. Mine. The crystal glass slipped from my fingers and shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. Wine bled across the marble like fresh slaughter. Every wolf in the room froze. The traitor at my feet pissed himself, hot urine soaking my boots. The omegas stopped mid-moan, thighs trembling, eyes wide with animal fear. I stood slowly. My cock thickened so fast the seams of my trousers ripped. Fangs punched through my gums, long and v

I look down and that’s when I see it. Everywhere is covered in blood. I quickly flick my gaze back up and my eyes widen. His hand is gone, but his sharp eyes—sharp and empty bears deeply into mine. He leans on toward me, the blood around me increasing. My breath catches.

Damn. “Yes. I see that. Drink.” She commanded. Her words were so close. I could feel her breath fan my face and soon after her cool skin against my lips followed by a warm liquid. She pressed harder when my lips did not move. “Drink,” she repeated. This time I parted my lips slightly, just enough to allow the smallest amount of the liquid in. Blood. Her sweet, intoxicating blood that quenched my thirst like nothing else before, replenishing some of my energy almost instantly like the drug it was. My eyes shot open and I grabbed the arm that pressed against me pulling her into my lap at the same time taking more of her blood as if I was dehydrated. I needed it and she didn’t fight me.