Dark Olympus Series Novels & Stories

He half heartedly apologized as his laugh came to an end. “So, you’re apparently going through the same thing I’m going through. Heat”. Dario said, looking into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “But I’m not a wolf”. She says, looking like a confused puppy. All Dario thought in this moment was how adorable she was. “Yes, but you’re not a creature we even know anything about. Trent and James had read it in this book. He said as he handed over a dark green, hard cover book to her. This left her wondering why all the books, and information they found on Oscuras, were always either in black on dark green, but she swallowed her question.

The Armageddon Slash hung above Tyr’s head, but it failed to slash out in the end. Tyr spit out a mouthful of blood again. When he looked at his surroundings once more, he noticed that the sky and the earth had darkened. Ettore fell to the ground with a thud across him. “Boss!”All the oppression around her dissipated at this time. Olympias rushed toward Tyr as quickly as possible. “Boss! Boss!” She kept shouting Tyr’s name, but the world in front of him had turned pitch black. No matter how loud Olympias yelled, there was no response.

Then the shadows exploded. Dark energy crashed across the ruins like a storm wave. Warriors screamed as they were thrown backward violently. Several wolves slammed into trees hard enough to crack the bark. The chains holding Damian rattled loudly. Orion cursed under his breath.And then she appeared. Nyx stepped out from the darkness slowly. Her black robes flowed around her like smoke. Silver symbols glowed faintly across her skin, and her silver eyes burned brighter than I had ever seen before. The moment she appeared, every shadow around the ruins bent toward her.

One rooted deep under the Tower of London—crown ley lines corrupted, ancient stones screaming silent as the heart-nest devours history itself. The sky is perpetual twilight—swarm canopy blotting the sun, air heavy with the stench of rot and ozone. We drop from orbit as one unstoppable force. The full Court reunited—battle-hardened, bonds blazing. Seras and Lucian from Shambhala and Tokyo—sunrise and dragonfire roaring hungry. Rowan and Kayo—grimoire and foxfire synced tighter than ever, chaos and order in lethal harmony. Remy at my side—coyote-gold board screaming, eyes wild with pack fury.

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

He said, flipping me to his side swiftly, my wide eyes immediately fell on him, he looked drunk on lust, his hands were running sinfully over my naked body, Although it was our second time I was still getting shy under his gaze, they were like the darker shade of his iris, holding need, craving for my body, longing for sex and most importantly, sin in his eyes. He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body.

The air that rushed up from the opening didn't carry the clean, crisp scent of the mountain snow; it was thick, wet, and ancient, heavily saturated with the choking odor of ozone, sulfur, and rotting blood. Marcus stood at the precipice of the dark opening, a towering shadow backlit by the flickering torches of the basement corridor. He adjusted his grip on his heavy broadsword, the dark steel blade humming with a low vibration. Beside him stood Devon, his newly acquired Beta dagger drawn, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line despite the tight bandages compressing his cracked ribs. Behind them, four of the pack’s most elite vanguard warriors stood in perfect, silent formation, their ey

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.