Dark Olympus Series Order Novels & Stories

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.

Complete darkness enveloped them. "What happened?!" roared Kaelen in panic, glancing around as the mist of her protective magic seemed to be swallowed by a darker space. When the lights came back on, the second floor curved balcony above the lobby was filled with silhouettes of people in secret armor. Zero-Black Division. Grandpa Oswald's secret elite assassin whose existence was only considered a myth! Hundreds of flaming electromagnetic gun muzzles aimed directly at the heart of every Draconic Order wizard down there.

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.

"The Onyx. Your little secret life. We've known each other for a while now, haven't we? I've been... observing your progress. But you've been busy lately. Branching out." My blood ran cold. Branching out? He couldn't. But his next words shattered any hope of denial. "Let's just say I have a keen interest in all your... activities. Especially those behind closed doors. Say, Room 3, top floor? Quite the cozy setup with Richard Davies."

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.