Olga Discordia Novels & Stories

Olga stumbled through the dark forest, her mind reeling from the confrontation with Kat. She had been so certain of their partnership, so convinced of Roberto's importance to their plans. But Kat's callous dismissal proved how little she valued them now. Olga felt the bitter sting of betrayal, the pain of realization that she had been used and then discarded without a second thought.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

It would come back again and again. 'Why did I step on the darn toad? Why did I turn her to a toad? Why did I quarrel with Tania? Why did I eat those innocent children?' "Oh, Tania! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Tears of remorse were flowing from her eyes. Olga created a potion that would return her youthfulness for a few hours. In her haste, she forgot her overpowering stench. When Olga saw Zac Logan, she was instantly attracted. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was over six feet. His face was fierce. His body was lean and hard. He was hungry.

Olga says, and she makes me angry. "Yeah, blame everything on me. You slept with The Wizards in the first place and had that son of yours. If not for him, we would have been safely living our dream. We could have accomplished it a long time ago. But no, you had to have a son with a wizard. We would have ruled this world if he did not stake us. We wasted decades and decades. We could have already been the king and Queen of the world and have cities worldwide that only vampires can live in. Humans would have been our sheep, and we would not have been in this trouble," I say. Olga glares at me, and I know that the two of us will not see eye to eye on whatever the situation is. It is not like we

Her brows furrowed in a mixture of disappointment and disapproval, her frustration evident in the subtle sway of her head. Antonio's expression remained stoic, his face a mask of turmoil as he listened to Kira's accusations. The truth in her words was undeniable – Olga's confession of guilt in Guila's death was a damning revelation. Yet, his heart grappled with the complex web of emotions surrounding Olga, their shared history, and the unanticipated bond that had formed between them.

“It said I wasn’t one of them, but I also wasn’t human. I’m frightened.” “You’re human,” Olga adamantly said. “I feel different,” Kendra complained. “I feel more aggressive and, today, I wanted to eat the deer’s entrails. Yesterday, I drank every drop of Rupert’s blood and I found it refreshing.” Olga studied her niece. “I see.” Then, after a moment, she added, “I was meditating to see what kind of people we’ve hooked up with. I want to get home so that I can run tests on you and stop whatever’s going on and I don’t know if it’s safe to take them with us.”

It had been just to make the witch look bad and I had succeeded in making her angry. Mother, you crazy woman, look where you've got me. Olga's face had become an issue after she left the house spitting fire. I was sure she wished everything bad on everyone present in that room. From that moment on it would be difficult for her to get Lavinia and Hector away from Henry, of course we still had some obstacles, but the first step had been taken and there was no way back. - Olivia? - Camila hugged me - You were great! The old lady went crazy!

comes a strong distraction, Alpha Andrews sister, the humblest person she’d ever seen. “yes what’s up?” Charlie asked her hand constantly on her backpack. “I saw you ogling that wierdo” Charlie looks at her, her stare making Camilla cringe, and move few steps backward. “I don’t think he is a wierdo” she dismisses Camilla’s words. “yeah whatever” Immediately they both come out and get hit by the sun, they squint, the immediate effect of the sun making them cover their eyes with their hands. “urggh I hate the sun” says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach.

The latter must have sensed his reluctance to talk on this topic. “Olivera is neither a werewolf or a witch. Well, I am not sure. When she came, she told me that she was born to werewolf parents, but didn’t have a wolf. She is nineteen, or twenty? I am not sure. And of course she doesn't do magic. She has seizures, although the occurrence of that hasn't happened in a very long while.” “So she is just a plain jane, nothing outstanding about her?” Roland asked, managing to find his voice. Could this be the reason why Raul had rejected her? Well, if that was the reason, he was not sure again. Why was the goddess playing with them?

“You want revenge, right? Take her instead.” The wolves glanced at each other, confusion plastered on their faces. The one with the dagger held us close to his neck and groaned, “Her?” “Yes. Her!” Cryus said in panic, “She is not just any prisoner.” His tone is calculating and dubious. “The lady you're all staring at is Elowen Wynter, the Lycan princess of the Heliotrope. We all know Alpha Dorian despises lycans. Just imagine his happiness when he cuts her throat in front of everyone. Don't you think that'll be great?”