Gates Of Olympus Background Novels & Stories

The Harmony of Gates A wave of energy washed through us, filling every hollow scar. I felt Elarion’s clarity, Valden’s honesty, the silver-tree gate’s wholeness, the Echoes’ acknowledgment, the Sky Gate’s release all weaving into one harmonious chord. The Orb absorbed our collective truth, then blazed with white light, erupting upward in a shower of sparks that rained down across the land. 7. A New Dawn

Seeing all this comfortable furniture was reminding me of how tired I was from my long flight. However, directly in front of me was a set of french style doors that were already open letting in fresh crisp mountain air. I couldn't help but walk straight out those doors without even looking at Daphne. I stepped out onto a small balcony carved into the side of Mount Olympus. The view was more amazing than any picture of Greece I'd ever seen. I could feel an powerful pull above me. When I looked though, I saw nothing. The pull was there though. It almost beckoned me. "What is up there Daphne?"

However, this connection between her and this collection of vagabond rebels did nothing to aid his assurance that Chiri would return unscathed from her next assignment. Unestablished as an entity at the time she had met them on the train, the group had chosen to unify under their current title after this event. Only four gateways lending their powers to the Alliance, the Moon Gate was a reference to a power that had been shunned from its walls. The fifth gateway only mentioned in some ancient scriptures, it had become nothing but a myth over the centuries. A gate of the spiritual realm, it was typically associated with life and death. Fabled to transcend the Day and Night Gates as the source

Cold is the first thing I feel, no pain, no grief, not Orion’s arms shaking as he presses his forehead to mine while my blood soaks into the marble beneath us. Just cold, it wraps around me like silk drawn over skin. When I open my eyes, the world is ash and silver. I am standing on a shoreline made of black glass. It stretches infinitely in both directions. Above me, the sky is not a sky at all but a living current of shadow, breathing and pulsing like veins across a celestial body. In front of me the Gate stands tall and imposing. It is enormous, forged of bone and obsidian, arching so high I cannot see its crest. Symbols burn across it in molten gold and silver, the binding ritual, the pr

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

Even so, she kept their pace measured – not rushing toward their destination, but allowing time for reflection on all they had experienced since leaving Olympus’s golden halls. Now, standing before the massive gates of their divine home, the familiar sight of marble palaces glittering under eternal sunlight brought mixed feelings to each of them. The gates themselves stood fifty feet tall, forged from bronze and gold that had been blessed by Hephaestus himself, depicting scenes of creation and chaos, of gods and mortals intertwined in the great tapestry of existence. Beyond them, the streets of Olympus climbed upward toward the central peak where Zeus’s palace stood like a crown upon the mou

“I already know, we’re nearly there.” It takes at least twenty minutes to reach the other side of the park. The sun is beating down on my back the entire time and although Hermes is keeping an eye on me to make sure he isn’t going to fast, I’m sweating and panting when we finally reach a large golden gate that leads up on a bridge. “Gods, I thought wolves had such great stamina.” Hermes smirks and I roll my eyes at him. “Did you just roll your eyes at a God?” He asks and I smile a cheesy grin. “Sure looked like it.” The bridge overlooks a bustling town growing up a mountain, it reminds me of the pictures I have seen from Cyclades. The buildings are all made of white washed walls with round b

“I just told you. She is the key to the gate. My uncle is the God of Poetry, but I don’t speak in riddles. It’s not a euphemism. Let her speak.” My eyes snap up to Ainsley as my mouth falls open. “P-Paragon, go ahead. You speak for us.” “Zion and Elysium are guardians of the gates of Mount Olympus. I’m part of the gate. The key, to be precise.” Paragon explains with her hands clasped in front of her. “The key?” Eva scrunches her eyebrows. “What does that mean?” Paragon tilts her head with an expression of annoyance. “As in the part that unlocks access to Mount Olympus. Aren’t keys used to lock gates anymore, Luna? I know they’re used for growling machines. It didn’t occur to me they would be

and, for some reason, that worked. Talia inclined her head, and the sun gods son once more grinned, wide and dimpled, his eyes alight. He gestured again, and she fell in step, the two of them weaving across the lonely roads outside of the gates. They're outside the edge of the Olympian sanctuary, a sacred spot of land on top of a hill. The sanctuary was blocked in by thick walls, huge trees and ceiling with solid rocks.

Mount Olympus is a behemoth of a place. It is unaccessible to many since it is heavily guarded by Zeus’ creations a dragon and a leopard maintained the tight security of the place.Not everyone is welcomed here. It is a huge place and maybe two creatures cannot keep up with intruders but Zeus is not stupid. As an added measure of protection, the edges of the land was shielded with a force field that prevents humans or any other species to wander. And the skies are covered so the humans cannot track it with their technology.