Goddess Olivia Blake Novels & Stories

Noah is overprotective of me and I won't let him lay a finger on Olivia. “The silver hair.” just yesterday, her name had gone viral, from one ear to another. She is here for the keep.

Then, Olivia told him, "Change into your clothes first." As Liam went to the changing room, Olivia turned around and faced Blake. She asked her, "You work at the Photography Department too, Ms. Dion?" Blake smiled and said, "Nope, I'm off work now. I came here on the way." Olivia did not speak and proceeded to walk to the changing room. After a while, Blake heard her say, "Liam told me about you. I didn't think it would be such a coincidence that you would be on a blind date with him. He didn't like to attend these events in the past, so I was responsible for refusing them. However, it is different this time. You are the daughter of Liam's mother's best friend.

Both Artemis and Oliva had their hair tied up, and their wills steeled up, were now standing inside the ring. Dollar Twenty smiled when she saw the two stepping inside the ring, "On one side we have the 23-years-old Olivia Richards, the daughter of the honorary clan elder, Mr. Adam Richards of the Phoenix Gods. Miss Olivia Richard has been trained by her father all her life and is known by her peers to have a great talent for swordsmanship. Her skills are even acknowledged by Mr. Dev Bakshi."

She watched, unblinking, as he poured his heart out to the world, to Crystal. Her lips parted slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching, unsure whether to smile or sneer. Her fingers curled slightly against the edge of the phone. This wasn’t just a PR stunt. This wasn’t the cold, proud Christian Blake she raised, the man who never admitted fault, the man who never bent, never broke. This was something else. Olivia leaned back into the pillows, her eyes thoughtful. The flicker of warmth in her expression betrayed something she rarely let anyone see, pride. A glimmer of it. A thread.

Which was difficult since he was prone to anger, even going into a blind rage when someone did or said something that he didn’t agree with. His wolf, Hunter, was the same way. ‘Xavier, you think the Moon Goddess, Serena, did this to teach us how to be more gentle? To be more gentle and understanding?’ Hunter asked with a huff. Xavier rolled his eyes a bit. ‘Doubt it but possibly. Regardless, I’m still not happy. Like, seriously? Why did she give us an Omega? A blind and fearful one at this. Why not give us a mate that was born as a Beta or a Gamma? Or one that was being trained as a Luna? I just don’t understand,’ Xavier stated with a growl.

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t try to move.” The voice was soft, soothing, and synonymous to that of an angel. It cut through the fog in my mind like a beacon, guiding me back to the present. Slowly, I turned my head, the movement sending another wave of pain crashing over me. I could finally bring her entire face within my field of view, and I blinked, bringing it into focus. “Hey, I’m Olivia.” She was sitting beside me, her expression a mixture of worry and relief. Her hair was a dark bun held up loosely, parts framing her face and escaping. Those emerald eyes—the caricature of green that first ensnared me when I met her—now gazed at me with concern.

The first thing I saw was the vast blue sky and the soft pink blossoms of a tree swaying gently in the breeze. "Welcome back, Goddess Selene!" Five maidens bowed before me in perfect unison, their voices filled with reverence. I looked at them with a blank expression, still processing everything in my head. Although the pain had lessened, the weight of my cultivation still lingered within me. Ofelia, my mother’s disciple, stepped forward with a warm smile. Happiness shone in her eyes as she looked at me. "I'm happy to see you again, Goddess Selene." I nodded, taking a deep breath as she guided me to stand.

I muttered as I stared at the knocked out Olivia, Carmel who had long passed and the broken and cracked wall. “ How strong was she to push me that hard?? ” I whispered as I stared at the wall which I slammed into almost breaking. Then I started back at my ruined shirt which had a red hand print and… “ Ice??? ” ‘ Look like she's the Apostle of Northern Deity ’ Hunter hummed. “ How… Wait, Noah Chris??? ” I paused realizing something and stared at her wide-eyed. Shit just got real. “ Wait is Olivia actually the daughter of the Monarch of the North?!?! ”

Olivia’s eyes burned with tears she refused to let fall. Her mind was splitting, one path ending her, the other path ending everything she loved. She took one last breath. One last second. Then, A voice cut through the ruins. Soft. Small. Terrified. “…Mom?” Olivia spun around. Her daughter stood at the edge of the ruins. Wide eyed. Shaking. Barefoot. Alone. And glowing faint blue. The priestess’s smile sharpened. “Too late,” she whispered. The High Priestess agrees to free Olivia from the bloodline, if Olivia kills her own daughter. The daughter has already arrived… glowing with awakening magic…

They must have meant someone else. I only made it one step before Jacob snaked his arm around my waist and gripped me tightly, restraining me fully from stepping forward. In my ear, he hissed, “What are you doing?” “This can’t be right,” I said. This couldn’t be real. “She’s only fifteen.” “Fifteen is old enough for tribute,” Jacob said. “She’s my sister.” “I’m sorry, Olivia,” Jacob said, his voice softening. “But that’s just the way of it.”