Blood Of Olympus Kindle Novels & Stories

I muttered, staring at the tiny fabric that seemed more suited for a doll than for me. “What the fuck did you give me to wear, Sophia? Please don’t tell me it’s a body-hugging gown!” OWEN'S POV "We need to be sure that we are not mistaken" “We need to be sure we’re not mistaken.” My voice deepened as I turned to my friend Baka, who nodded in agreement. “It’s Omega blood, not Rogue. Something happened here, and I bet the girls are behind it.” I looked at the drop of blood on my thumb rubbing it against my index finger as I picked up my napkin and wiped it away. The bloodstain on the ground was already starting to dry and turn black.

“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 Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

“Bring them in.” The doors of the great hall open and confused whispers ripple through the hall. Because it’s not Alexei in chains. It’s not some brutish Redmaw warrior. It’s Elara. A young Omega from the lower quadrant, her face pale and terrified, her clothes thin and worn. She’s clutching a small, sleeping bundle to her chest. A pup, no more than a year old, his breathing a faint, rattling wheeze. The pack shifts. Confusion replaces the tension. This isn’t the monster they were promised.

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.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Blood dripped from my palm, thick, crimson, glistening in the pale moonlight. And then, just like the goddess said, I felt it, heat curling from deep within my veins. My blood began to glow, faintly at first, then brighter. The drops that fell to the ground sizzled, tiny sparks igniting in the dirt. The rogue's eyes widened. "What are you—" I clenched my fist. The blood ignited, a flame bursting to life in my hand, red and gold, wild and alive. "I told you," I said, my voice steady, my fear burned away by fire. "You don't know anything about me."