Dark Olympus Series Novels & Stories

Three Years Later ♠️CASPIAN♠️ The city looks different from the top now. I stand on the balcony of the penthouse that used to be my father’s, now mine. The Blackwood name still opens doors, but the empire runs darker these days. Legitimate on paper. Underground in truth. They call me Don now. The Bloodhounds, once just whispers in boardrooms, became reality after the old man’s conviction. Someone had to hold the leash. Someone had to keep them fed.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

"This is the Blackwood Project files. Every name, every donor, every politician who funded this mess. If we get out, the world will know the truth." The elevator stopped. The doors didn't open; they were ripped off their tracks from the outside. A wave of heat hit them. The upper lab was a disaster. The ceiling was partially collapsed, showing the dark sky outside. Rain was pouring in hissing as it hit the wreckage. In the center of it all stood the Apex. Damon was no longer the man Elara loved. He was seven feet tall a mix of fur and black scales. His skin was glowing with crimson runes. He was surrounded by soldiers. They weren't shooting. They were screaming as he moved through them.

The two factions crashed into the incoming Dark Moon horde like a single, unbreakable wall of steel and fur. The noise was deafening. The sweet scent of lavender from Amora’s presence was violently overtaken by the sharp metallic tang of blood, the tearing of flesh, and the heavy thud of colliding bodies. Oscar led the front line, his heavy blade sweeping through the air, carving a path of absolute devastation through the enemy lines. Every time a Dark Moon wolf tried to bypass him to get to Amora’s shield, Oscar’s axe intercepted them with lethal precision. Inside the protective dome, the golden-green light slowly began to fade as Amora held the barrier against a second wave of arrows. She

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

“Olympia?" The lake responded, and the water's surface bulged outward as if something pressed from beneath before, slowly, impossibly, a figure emerged from the dark depths. Olympia emerged as if dragged from a grave at the bottom of the world. Her skin appeared abnormally pale, not like flesh, but like something depleted of life. It shimmered faintly under the starless sky, almost transparent, as if the darkness had passed through her, and her long hair hung in soaked strands around her face, floating as if she were still underwater.

he said with an evil chuckle which echoed around the room. THE SEQUEL OF THIS BOOK WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON ON GOODNOVEL. BUT FOR NOW, YOU CAN FOLLOW UP ON MY NEXT BOOK "ADRIAN STEEL" THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT

Another sword formed in his hand, now he’s holding two—both have miasma of evil. “I really don’t want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don’t think I can just stand and do nothing. Don’t blame me for being harsh.” “Blame you? Of course, I won’t. In fact, I want you to show me all you’ve got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!” I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

We were losing ground rapidly. Feeling the urgency of the situation, I focused on summoning the Dark, as Rukky had taught me. The ongoing battle roared around us; wolves clashed, teeth gnashed, and destruction unfolded in every direction. The night sky, typically serene, now loomed in an inky blackness, a manifestation of the darkness that engulfed it. It wasn't a mere absence of light; it was a tangible entity, weaving through the air and shrouding the moon from our view. In the midst of the turmoil, I persisted in my efforts to summon the Dark while remaining conscious. The air crackled with the intensity of the ongoing struggle, and the outcome hung in the balance as the forces of light a