Olga Discordia Novels & Stories

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.

“No, ma’am. She doesn’t have parents. She is an orphan.” My insides were jumping with excitement, but I kept it all in with a smile. “I see… if you were given a chance to choose, would you want her as your Luna or me?” “Never.” Olga blurted out and my eyebrows raised. “Pardon?” “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…”

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.

“Fine. If you’re hesitant, at least hear what she says first. Then decide.” I nodded. “Whatever.” We arrived at Olga’s cottage just as the scent of sacrifice thickened the air. A black-feathered bowl was steamed by the altar, and her hands were stained red to the wrists. She didn’t greet us. She already knew why we’d come. Without a word, she knelt before her divination mat, cast a bundle of carved bones onto the stretched hyena hide, and leaned in close. Her cloudy eyes narrowed. “The path to conquest,” she murmured, fingers tracing the angles, “is open. Fire. Wind. Iron. You’ll go to war—and you will win..”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I addressed her, "Olga, that insufferable child! She has the audacity to refuse the Luna position after everything I've done for her." Olga remained impassive, her aged face an unreadable mask. She knew all my secrets. And technically she heard me and Samantha arguing last night. She knew Florence was my other daughter and that Florence was Nicholas's mate and the infamous spy. I can't believe the spy named Veilios and that abomination of a child was one person. Arghhh! Can't I just take a break? Olga's voice, calm and measured, "Perhaps I can offer some assistance,"

The last time I helped Victor and his friends to drive out that stupid vampire Xavier, who thought that he was much more clever than all of us. "I'm sorry. I know that you will never let your feelings get in the way of your job, but sometimes you make me worry when you talk about your family and what you will do to the original vampires once you kid them. It feels like you have much more feelings cropped up than you realize," Olga says. Olga became a hunter when her family died. She has much more power than we have because she is a gypsy. Nobody knows that, and I won't tell him that because I do not want him to misuse her gypsy powers. Olga will always have a soft spot in my heart. She is li

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.

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.