Dark Olympus Series Order Novels & Stories

And each step feeling like you are crossing a battlefield towards the enemy that killed someone you love. Fenrir is silent, watching and waiting. I reach the vehicle, gripping the edge of the tarp, the fabric is rough under my gloves, and it is damp with years of neglect. For a second, my hand hesitates. Then I rip it off. The sound of tarp rolling through the yard. As I let the tarp collapse to the floor. And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself.

The old order was trembling. A third awakening struck. This one was different. Raw. Uncontained. The bond flared across the territory like a pulse of lightning drawn from the heavens. The Alpha who had once dominated a small province screamed as their body convulsed and fell. Silence fell again, broken only by the faint echo of their collapse. And then the omega rose, stronger, brighter, unyielding. Power had found its rightful vessel.

And Aurora Hale whispered softly, “Father, let’s see what you built.” Her finger pressed the screen. Deep beneath the estate Atlas Omega awakened. Across the battlefield Every drone froze. Every tower rotated. Every light on the estate turned blood red. Sebastian stopped walking. Alexander Ravel’s eyes widened. Helena Voss’s smile vanished for the first time. Because the ground beneath the battlefield began to open. And something far larger than an army, began to rise.

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

“You have got to be kidding me. isn’t this bitch dead yet?” Stepping to the woman he thought was his stepmother, he was ready to stand his ground. “You can do whatever you want to me. But I won’t let you kill her. I’ll stop you.” “Look around, Hunter,” she said with a laugh, “You don’t really have the upper hand here. Rowan and I are taking over Apollyon and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.” “Where are Onyx and Tessa? You better not have hurt them.”

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”

Alex can't help the goofy smile spreading on his own lips, "Great timing." The Omega has arrived straight from his studio with his Gurds. He looks gorgeous in his forest green, sparkling shirt, skin-tight, black pants and knee-high boots. His chest teases Alex from under the silver chains he can see through the half-open shirt, twinkling at him with their own light. The Omega has complemented his outfit with matching streaks of color in his hair and make-up. He looks absolutely breathtaking and utterly out of place in the filthy dark alley surrounded by hordes of ugly men's.

Something shifted within me as I looked at him with shock as if I was finally truly seeing him for the first time. Odeus was filled with darkness , raw power and pure evil . I could now tell that beta Cassandra was beyond enraged as she shot a dreadful blinding death by triple daggers spell towards Odeus who repealed it with a green shattering lightning spell towards beta Cassandra. Everything seemed surreal as the two shouted and fought each other for the death. I did not know exactly what was going on. I just wanted them to stop . I couldn’t breathe properly as I felt a panic attack Coming at me. My head rang so painfully I wanted to just rip it out .

I've been planning this attack for years and no one, not even Athena can stop me. Running the pack to ruins is one of the basic steps. I want Casper and his mate who thinks she can save the whole world to live in so much misery and sadness foa while before I'll strike again. At that time, I'll only take Amelia. Her blood is going to be so good to me. “Let's move!" I ordered them as I stepped out. They were all slouched over before but the moment I spoke, their blood got fueled with fury and the adrenaline to fight.

THIRD PERSON’S POV The sky bled into darkness. It started as a creeping shadow, swallowing the moonlight inch by inch until the world was bathed in an eerie twilight. The stars, once gleaming like distant embers, flickered—one by one—before vanishing altogether. The wind that once rustled the trees now held an unnatural stillness, heavy with something unseen. Something old. Something hungry. Deep within the heart of the Abyssal Order’s stronghold, the ritual neared its peak.