Olga Discordia Novels & Stories

“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?”

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “Olga’s a descendant of the moon. Her bloodline is older than most of the council.” I forced a nod. “I know.” “She’s never been wrong.” “She’s also not perfect,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Visions aren’t always clear.” I could feel his gaze searching mine now, maybe even suspicious. I hated how careful I had to be just to speak the truth sideways. “I’m just saying,” I added, “maybe some of her prophecies say more about her fears than about the future itself.” I was so close to telling him the truth. But I couldn’t.

“I will never want her as my Luna. She is very cruel and with her around, Alpha doesn’t listen to anyone. She goes on committing crimes and doing whatever she wants. No one wants her as Luna… we are all very happy that it’s you, our alpha loves…” Her words went on and on, but I was locked at the part where she said Willow had crimes she had committed. That was going to be my killer move. “Olga, what crimes has she committed?” I asked and Olga froze. It was as if she had suddenly realized what she had spilled and now she couldn’t bring herself to go on. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water and her head moved around in panic as her eyes went back and forth to the door.

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.

She placed a hand on her chest and ambled closer. Her eyes scrutinized the docile lady behind me, shaking her head with a look of concern. “You shouldn't have brought Luca's daughter here. I know you need her to find Sergio and the truth, but here… she isn't safe. Most of the men will cut her limb from limb and use her blood to bathe. Dmitri would feed her bones to Aly, and Mustapha would skin her, extract her heart, and burn it.” Olga said in Russian. I was certain my little vermin didn't understand the language; I had never heard her speak it, so our conversation felt safe.

Blake sighed, sitting on a chair opposite his wife before disclosing, "She is an Olmpha, my dear." "Olmpha?" Anita couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows and stop crossing her hands, placing them on the bed instead. "What's an Olmpha?" He answered, "A fearsome being. A Lycan is someone that can solo three Alphas casually but when serious can even deal with 10 at once." His wife nodded her agreement, "Yeah, I know that."

"Sir, your wife completely believes you have someone else," Olga told me. "She said she'll come here as soon as Marissa tells her your woman is here." "Is she jealous?" I asked Olga. "Yes, very jealous. She said she still loves you. Sir, be ready; it looks like World War 3 is about to start," Olga added. "I did the right thing then," I said to her with a smile. "Just don't drag me into this, sir. Pretend I know nothing about it. She'll be mad at me," she warned me.

I whispered to myself, but Olivia jerked forward, her eyes flashing with rage as she spoke. “It's the only right thing in my goddamned life Nikolai, the least you could do is mate me, wife me up, and forget about whatever lucid dreams you have of Raya,” She growled, her white boxy teeth shooting into fangs as I stared down at her.

Why did we even come here with him if that was the case? "Your woman seems resourceful." Says Olga, I could hear her faint, old and shivering voice. "She is. More than resourceful, too." Jacob was prideful enough to show me off to Olga. Smirking while supporting me and all. "Well, why don't we make a pact, Olga? Since you tell me you're not supporting Jean for his mission any more?" "I did tell you I won't support him. That does not mean I shall support your madness either, devil child." Olga's response was precise. But it pissed Jacob off.

The third nipple, a name obtained because the drummer had a third nipple, was beginning to be recognized for their covers. "Well, I'm glad you got sick with... Otitis?" “Yes. The doctor is an Oto…” Nick tried to pronounce. “Otolaryngologist” “Sure that. Oh, by the way, there are good bars and discos near the house.” “Remember that we’ll have Livie's little brother besides that we don’t have the legal age.”