Gates Of Olympus Background Novels & Stories

They’ve breached the outer walls, their armor and skin gleaming, their weapons soaked in the multi-colored blood of the evil creatures they’re cutting down. “We need to get inside while they’re occupied,” Rowen says as we run toward the gates. “Before reinforcements show up.” “Anyone see a way in?” Alexander asks, scanning the structure. The gates are obvious—two massive obsidian stone doors, smooth and polished to a mirror shine. They gleam in the combined glow of hellfire and angelic light. You can see where they’ll part, but there’s no handle, no lock, no seam to manipulate. The clash of war echoes around us, the sky full of cries and steel. I see the four Thrones fly out to meet three fi

Moana’s POV The secondary gates were massive, twin slabs of ancient mountain oak that had been iron-shod by Lana Vance’s newly organized forge crew. They stood at the throat of the middle tier, a vital line of defense that separated the residential quarters from the outer cattle pens. For a decade, passing through these gates meant enduring a screeching, metallic protest that signaled to the entire valley that someone was moving between the worlds of the privileged and the damned. Now, as Eldrick pushed the heavy left timber back with a single, casual press of his palm, the gate swung on its fresh oil-slicked hinges in absolute, ghost-like silence.

The gates were at least four stories tall and the same wide, they connected to fences at least three stories tall and they spanned so far in each direction I couldn't see where they ended or even bowed into a curve signifying a corner. They were beautiful Rose gold leaves that twisted around in sets of three to form the bars. The border that formed the gate was a golden yellow. In the centre of the gates was this amazing and beautiful women, she was shades oranges and blue and her hair was long and flowing. It was like her hair was blowing in the wind spread out but in an elegant way. It was Shades of blues and greens. This reminds me of the spriget back home at the The Spring Hollow Pack.

3 Months Later....... Explosion after explosion went off around her as she opened her eyes. Before her was the scorched plains Galaxia. Fires plagued around her as she looked away from the plains and investigated the landscape further. On either side of her were young women in dark robes and armor. Each of them stood there watching something off in the distance, she noticed Cassandra among them. It was during this moment that she realized she was having some sort of vision.

Olympus is furious. At that time, the ground they stepped on shook, it was already night there. So, all the inhabitants of Olympus immediately woke up and headed for the open space. The demigods also mingled with the others. Not only was the ground trembling, but the aurora that night also had a strange color—white mixed with gold. Even with the naitura tree that shines continuously without pause. The gods and goddesses gathered in the main hall. "Why doesn't this just stop?" asked Aphrodite.

Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly. … Back on the mountain that was called Olympus, Hercules was staring intently in the direction where the palace that the gods of Olympus resided stood. His eyes were drawn to the bright pillar of light that had ascended into the sky. In fact, it was not just him. Every Olympian who stood together with him as comrades in arms could see it. That light was hope to them and despair to their enemies. It was the light that symbolized the fall of a god, and when they saw the insignia that was drawn up in the sky by that light, they trembled in ecstasy.

Massive waves crashed against jagged rocks below while storm clouds churned overhead. Lightning illuminated the horizon. Not white lightning. Silver. The same silver that lived inside the gates. The same silver that flowed through my blood. A city stood beneath the cliff. Ancient. Enormous. Half submerged beneath the sea. Its towers rose from the water like the bones of something long dead. And at the center stood another gate. The Third Gate. Larger than Blackthorn's. Larger than the desert gate. Its surface glowed beneath the storm while hundreds of figures moved around it.

As the echoes faded, the silver veins in the earth began to pulse faster, spreading outward like wildfire toward the Gate. The wind screamed through the gorge as Kaelen crested the ridge. The world below no longer looked like the valley he’d sworn to protect. The ground pulsed with veins of light, rivers of silver snaking between shattered stones. The air shimmered like molten glass, bending and breaking the rain into prisms. And at the center of it all stood the Gate—a colossal arch of fractured crystal half-buried in the mountain. Its surface rippled like water, reflecting skies that didn’t belong to this world.

Chapter 7 We all head down the main pack road toward the pack gate. The gate is a beautiful deep maroon color with black spikes on the top, with two wrought-iron silver enhanced doors, as well as a moon with a black Eclipse shaded in red outline, with white indents to show the craters on the moon and the glow in the center when the doors are closed. We were shocked when we saw the name appear above the gate in an arch and the Eclipse formed in the center. “I guess the packlands accepted the name we chose,” I said.

I look away quickly, my skin crawling. Just like before, it feels like we are still in the woods, surrounded by trees and shadows. Then suddenly, everything changes. It happens so fast that I almost stumble. One blink, and the world shifts. The trees disappear. The ground beneath my feet feels different. I stop walking, my breath catching as I stare ahead. We are no longer in the woods. We are standing in front of the massive gates of Obsidian Veil. My heart skips. The gates are tall and dark, made of thick metal and stone, carved with symbols I do not understand. They look ancient and powerful, like they have been standing here for centuries.