Blood Of Olympus Kindle Novels & Stories

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

This generation is indeed promising. "Well, then..." Dana drawled with her eyes glowing iridescently under the light of the sun that peeked through the leaves of the forest. Tara turned her head slightly at Chloe, her eyebrows raised. "I shall show you the power of the Blood Star in all of her glory." She raised her hand, fingers outstretched, as if reaching out towards the Olaire. The Olaire guy choked on his scream as his blood began to boil. "W-what--"

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.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

Chapter 9: Blood and Birthright The ritual circle glowed with unnatural moonlight in the heart of the Blackfang medical wing. Riley knelt naked in the center, hands pressed to his swollen belly, tears streaming down his face as Lucian lay pale and motionless on the stone altar beside him. Silver poison burned through the Alpha’s veins — the healers had done everything they could, but only Pure Omega blood could purge it. “Take it,” Riley whispered to the moon above. “Take whatever you need. Just save him.”