Lore Olympus Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Alpha Damien said, "It's the vision she had. You need to remember not to go crazy when you see it. I know I would, that's why I'm warning you. Okay?" Aidinth said, "Okay, so tell me about it." He walked to the chair next to my bed and saw my drawing. He said, "What is this?" I said, "I'm visiting with King Ryu's queen when their son walks in, sits next to me, and puts his arm on the back of the couch, behind me. He's obviously trying to seduce me, in front of his mother. I try to show my mark to him, but he doesn't care. Apparently, Saige told Rex what was happening, because you come out of the office, with the king, and hold out your hand to me. I walk to you, and you hold me close. King Ry

The answer he gave me made me breathless and somehow excited my inner Omega. "So what if they did? I bet you wanted to be my Omega in the first place." he slowly said. His husky voice thrilled me beyond belief. My thoughts drifted a bit to a possible future we can have if I, ever accepted him as my mate or vice versa. But my foolish thoughts only crumbled as soon as I remembered why I came back in the first place. The memories of the past that were already buried deep inside my head flowed like uncaged prisoners. It flows down as if it were reminding me of the wounds that I thought were already healed but were still open. Tears stream down my face unknowingly. Yet they never reach the floor

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light pouring out of the fine structure of the loom, filling the room with an unworldly brilliance. The tapestry glowed, the silver threads re-fashioning their patterns of destiny, not erasing the past, but moving the design into potential. There was a new strand that quivered, lighter in weight than the rest, quivering with hope, emanating power. “The Moon Fang.” Dorian's hand extended and closed around it, the palm curving against the icy smoothness of the relic. The room disappeared, the loom disappeared, the tapestry unweaving into nothing, not even a hint that it ever had existed. He stood once more before the Goddess, the moon fang c

He added. “ Oh!.” I exclaimed, almost forgetting I was Emily and also Khloe. “ I will be fine. I will go.” I added and stepped out of my seat, heading towards the maid. Only I don’t know where it is. “Can you lead the way, please?.” I told her the one differed from the five I had met earlier today, and it made me wonder how many omegas worked here. Omegas were the lowest of all packs. They were called the bottom of the bottom, and most lived on the outskirts of most kingdoms. Only the lucky ones get to work for other Wolves.

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

Ray replied and tightened his grip over the orb. “Do you think they would have noticed by now? That Ares is dead?” Mane wondered, swaying from the subject. “They should have. After all, Olympus has its way. Like Asgard’s Black Book, Olympus has its own method. It’s just a bit…flashier.” “I wish I was there to see it though,” Ray suddenly added. “See what?” Mane couldn’t help but wonder. “Perseus face,” Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

Olympia grabbed a knife from the counter and lunged at her again. “Are you going to stop this or stand there getting a woody?” Vilkas hissed angrily. “I can’t and you know why. If I intervene, they will not respect her as Luna.” I thought back. “Who the fuck are you, hybrid?” Olympia hissed as Isla barely dodged the blade, a small line of blood dripping down her arm. Isla ignored it and when Olympia lunged at her again, she let her stab her in the side, grabbing Olympia by the throat. She shoved her into the wall, her eyes flickering between violet, ice-blue and green.”

The room was furnished with both divine and mortal touches—marble columns supporting a ceiling painted with constellations, but also a simple wooden bed with linen sheets woven by mortal hands, a desk made from olive wood where he could work on his sketches, a small garden window box filled with herbs that grew nowhere else but on the slopes of Olympus. Lysander set down his portfolio carefully and walked to the window, his breath catching as he watched the sun begin its ascent. The olive tree they had visited stood out clearly against the growing light, its twisted form silhouetted against the pink and gold sky. He pulled out his sketchpad and began to draw quickly, capturing the way light