Dark Olympus Series Novels & Stories

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

Damon shook his head as nothing was going right. "Ask someone to clean it." Yang nodded but frowned when he noticed something on the mug. "What is this?" He touched the green trail of liquid on the mug and sniffed it. "Fuck! What is this?" He scowled at it. Damon frowned and did the same. He scowled when he sniffed the strong odor. "It's poison!" He declared and everyone got alert. "What the hell is going on, man?..." Mikhail scowled. "Who the hell is he?... Don't have fucking guts to come in front and fight... Using these shitty ways.."

Olympus. I scrubbed a hand down my face and let out a curse. This meant that Chief would need to postpone Aaron’s funeral. This also meant that the entire team needed to be on the same page when we went to the auction. Oylumbus was a warehouse that was transformed into an elite night club. Owned by the devil himself. Apparently Olympus was the best place to auction off humans. I shot a text out to my team before going over to the love of my life.

Coup failed, bloodied; Omega exposed, shadow-deep; partnership forged, gore-intimacy, not words. Tokyo neon pulsed below like an empire's veins, dojo shadows lingering as a tattoo. Kenji's hand claimed spine possessively as we strode through the glass corridor, rebels' ledger burning holoscreen vendetta. Ring pocket-warm against thigh, unspoken vow—his obsession met mine, dark romance iaido-sharp. Ruin mutual blueprint; claim throbbed inevitably. Omega loomed next prey, but here—blood-bonded, bodies synced—we ruled unchained.

Chapter 99 In the dark, secluded forest, Baron and Oswald stood before an army of 500 men. The moon's eerie glow cast shadows amongst the towering trees, adding an otherworldly atmosphere to their mysterious undertaking. Baron held a gleaming cup in his hand, the metal shimmering in the dim light. With a knowing glint in his eyes, he began a swift incantation, sending a wave of energy through the air. The cup responded, its surface slowly emanating a soft, ethereal glow.

Ray replied and tightened his grip over the orb. “Do you think they would have noticed by now? That Ares is dead?” Mane wondered, swaying from the subject. “They should have. After all, Olympus has its way. Like Asgard’s Black Book, Olympus has its own method. It’s just a bit…flashier.” “I wish I was there to see it though,” Ray suddenly added. “See what?” Mane couldn’t help but wonder. “Perseus face,” Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Darius, Lucian, and Lucifer made their way towards the arena where Odhan was being held. Upon reaching the arena, they were surprised to see the dark creature sparring with Max. The dark creature's body is marked with black ink all over his naked upper half. Those markings shine now and then. Whenever he received a blow from Max. Max seems to be out for blood. "Max doesn't seem to like Odhan" Lucifer comments with amusement. "If we kill him today, then we don't have to bother with him being here" Lucian snickered.

“But I wasn’t entirely human anymore.” ⸻ Suddenly— The completed Oath Blade began vibrating violently. Blue light flickered. Then turned crimson. The bells overhead rang wildly. Not in harmony. In warning. Aurelius looked upward. His face darkened. “No…” ⸻ The mountain shook. A massive crack split the cathedral floor. Dark smoke poured upward. Not black. Crimson. The air became suffocating. Every candle extinguished simultaneously. Only Damien remained illuminated. ⸻ Lorenzo looked at his scanner.

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"