Mount Olympus Medusa Novels & Stories

The creature beneath the earth answered with another laugh. And suddenly— something moved behind us. Not beneath us. Behind us. A figure. Standing at the edge of the clearing. Watching. My heart stopped. Golden eyes. Dark braided hair. Exactly like the woman from the memories. Exactly like the Last Guardian. Exactly like me. Except she wasn't a memory. She wasn't a vision. She was standing there. Real. Physical. Impossible. The moment her gaze met mine— the bond exploded open. And she smiled. Not kindly.

He didn't like seeing his omega in pain. "You'll stay with me, right?" Adom whispered, and Sebestian leaned in to kiss his sweaty forehead. "I won't ever leave you alone," he said, caressing his hand as they looked at each other. They rushed Adom to the operation room once again to deliver the baby. He was laid on the cold, hard table, covered up by cloths, and a screen was set on his chest. All the while, a nurse was trying to stitch Sebestian up. She had stopped the bleeding and was now stitching the wound. It was all not very hygienic, but Sebestian wouldn't butch from Adom's side. When he was bandaged up, he had to go clean his hands and wear a mask, a hairnet, and a blue sterile apron b

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

he said to her before they walked out. As it turned out, Dennis hadn't been exaggerating when he had called the division Olympus. It was, in fact, an Olympus. From what Megan could deduce from the chilly, seemly thin air that greeted them immediately they stepped out into the open, the building was actually constructed within a mountain to open at its top through the passageway they had taken. Everywhere she looked, bright blue afternoon sky stretched as far as she could see; a great silence reigning over the environment to be punctuated every few seconds by the sound of waves crashing against rocks below.

She focuses on the tablet. ​"Anyone can throw paper," the newcomer says. "But only I have the active link. Look at the screen, Liam. The Medusa core is slaved to my biometrics. If my heart stops, the global market crashes in sixty seconds." ​I look at the tablet. It shows a heartbeat monitor. It is synced to the girl in the red dress. ​I feel a wave of insecurity. I pride myself on being a predator. I pride myself on knowing my prey. But I am staring at two identical souls.

Niko shook his head before I could answer. “Medusa was designed to destabilize A2, not whatever Frankenstein they’re cooking up,” he said loud enough for her to hear. “Throwing her at Godmode without knowing the architecture is how we get Chapter Three of the Apocalypse.” I nodded. “He’s right,” I said. “Medusa stays leashed until we know what we’re dealing with. The last thing we need is two free‑roaming, incompatible gods fighting in the backbone.”

Once inside, he lays me on the medical bed and keeps hold of my hand. "I think if I run her blood through a dialysis machine, it will get enough of the poison out of her blood stream. He used silver in his mix and laced it with something so it stays in the blood longer. That's what I'm still trying to figure out. Hopefully this can get enough out that her body can possibly burn the rest off." Doctor Robert's pulls out a machine from behind a curtain.

Medusa, a resplendent young demon with blood-red skin and hazel eyes, bowed before him, acknowledging the honor bestowed upon her. "Of course, Your Highness," she affirmed, her voice filled with loyalty. "Now, take her and procure human breast milk, that she may grow and thrive," he declared, tapping Medusa's shoulder. With that, he dismissed her, turning his attention elsewhere. Medusa carried the baby away, settling her gently upon a bed. She fashioned a protective nest of pillows, encircling the child to prevent any mishap. The infant's cries persisted, her tiny legs kicking, mouth agape.

She was going to be the perfect Luna. Everyday, she would meet with her Dad, mom, brother and ranking pack members to see if their had been any arguments or upsets around the pack. When there was one, she would go see the pack members to involved and discuss the situation, first one on one and then all together with the others involved. He ability to meditate wasn't just because of her Omega abilities either. I could see how all her schooling in her chosen degree was helping too. She also told me that her mentor, Matilda, taught her lots about communication and mediation.

The corpses on the floor were unrecognizable as they were all in pieces; with blood in splatters rather than in pools, and bits of internal organs laying around in eerie pastes, and almost like a part of the soil. I frowned as I took steady steps, glancing around now, searching for my tent. And my heart jumped as I noticed one still left standing. With a sign of the Omega mark on its crown. I moved immediately, not knowing when I began running. And burst into the tent suddenly. I frowned as the first thing I saw was Myra laying on a mat, with her eyes closed, and her body sterile. She was motionless, and laid flat like she was in a tomb. Two women were kneeled beside her, with bowls of leave