Dark Olympus Series Order Novels & Stories

In her vicious loud cry, a ginormous blast of inky black flames gushes out in a powerful surge. Blue sparks activate and act like precursors to the unimaginable destruction forthcoming upon the land below. Amid the chaotic incessant burst of black fire, I can faintly detect other abilities in use, letting me know the Omegas are initiating their roles, and I will my Chimera to go for a nose-dive through the sizzling flames that create an enormous fog of darkness around us. I keep my perception on paramount alert, getting my ear ridden with the vile cries of agony from the falling Darklings. As we plunge in deeper, I begin to pick up loud howls of the wolf warriors and my smirk grows wider.

Everything inside me coils into a single purpose, a singular, burning need for vengeance. I turn to Rilan, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Get the Elders. Now. Wake every one of them. I want the full members of Lunaris in the town square in thirty minutes.” Rilan nods, his face grim, and bolts, his footsteps echoing up the stone stairs. I stand over the Omega. Her eyes are puffy, red-rimmed from crying. But I don’t pity her. Not now. Not when Tamsin is upstairs, fighting for her life.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

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.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

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.

And the last place on earth Ravael Steele should be. Dark hockey omegaverse romance | Enemies to obsession | Hidden identity | Possessive alpha | He falls first and has no idea what is happening to him

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?"