Olympians Weapon Novels & Stories

Ozul gathered his thoughts and squinted, growling, "As expected from the guy who killed Brayden… Let's go!" The rest of them finally took the matter more seriously, and they all looked at Caspian, taking out their weapons. Liliana's choice of weapon was a pair of seventh-grade crooked hooks, and their surface was shiny. One would wonder how many heads of creatures were cut off by those hooks. Lennon raised his hands, and the heavy arm guards were his best defense and attack tools. On the other hand, Ozul used an eighth-grade curved longsword, and its blade was twisted. Its surface was engraved with ghastly black lines, obviously an inscription.

Zandros' youth like thin form belied the immeasurable strength he possessed as he revealed his divine weapon of choice which was the spear. This divine spear like the owner looked quite ordinary and weak but the divinity within the weapon outflows the unmistakable stench of blood that harvested lives of trillions of gods and immortals, even divine beasts. After the short exchange, drippings of blood could be heard splattering into the desolated land below.

A golden lance violently intercepted halfway, forcefully blocking off Breena’s sword. The lance was Athena’s weapon, and she was from the divine tribe. Being one of the twelve main gods of Olympus, and although it was only a legend, it was still extraordinary. Plus, he had used this lance to break the sword of the grand elder, Melanie Zelda’s sword, and he had full confidence in the weapon. However, Breena’s sword was also not some average blade. That one blow was enough to prove that both weapons were evenly matched. But Ynes was saved.

Fenrir and his Coven have no idea who they have waged war against, but they will find out. “Here.” Cordelia hands me what looks like a curved dagger with a jewel-encrusted handle. “I have claws bigger than this thing. Thanks.” I hand it back to her, but she holds her hand up to stop me. “These weapons were commissioned by Zeus. It’s one of the very few weapons that can kill a vampire or wolf created by the Goddesses.” “I thought these were lost.” “No. We have the weapons—all of them. Now you, Landon, Elion, Blaze and Artemis’s wolves and Enyo’s Vampires, Skoll and Loki, have one. Just be careful who you point that thing at.” She pushes my wrist to the side.

What on earth are they even using as a weapon…! “No, wait, hold it.” I quickly muttered. “One-by-one please tell me what weapons are you guys even using?” “Sword,” August said while making a display with his sword. “Cards,” Persia said, showing me a deck of spade royal straight flush with the golden cards on her hand. “Those junks earlier,” Kronos muttered. Huh? You gave me junk? “You want me to punch you?” Blaze uttered. Why punch me? You could’ve eaten me if you want.

I gulped and mustered the strength to ask again, “Who are you?” His grip on me tightened, making me bite my lower lip. He leaned his head forward, making me feel his warm breath on my ears. He whispered, “You’ll die if you knew.” Staying here in the Olympus is the only certain decision I ever made in my life. But now that I encounter a man who possesses what I fear the most, a man who wields fire, and a man who can play with flames and danger, I know that my life is in doom.

Hunters were such a pain especially when they were in a group of more than three. Anna had two daggers that Raphael gave her as a promise to always protect her. Now it was to protect the very family that was in exile. Erik had given Abbey a double edge axe as she loved to swing stuff around. She had learned very quickly on how to use it. Byron had thought to give Kaitlyn a short sword as her arms were smaller and she could swipe faster at it. Belle held the black obsidian spear Zephyr gave to her a few days before she had been exiled. It could retract and fold out when necessary.

“Mr. Blakeney, Oliver . . . arm yourselves!” Swiftly he grasped the sword and shield of Achilles from its bag and strapped all the necessary accoutrements across his shoulders, chest, and back. He tossed Eliza her dagger—and a spear for good measure— as she too slipped into her shoes. James turned to face them as Oliver and Blakeney dashed into the room armed to the teeth with divine weaponry. Blakeney held the sword of troy which Aeneas had carried to found the Roman Empire and a spare shield; Oliver had the saber of Roosevelt and the medieval sword James had found for him when he had first started training with them.

“Now we train. I don’t know the exact timeframe, but the words cannot be ignored. I believe a great evil will soon rise and you must be ready to meet it head on. We all must be ready.” James digested that. “So what type of training?” “We will start with basic sword training. The only type of weaponry that can hurt beings from the Underworld is a weapon made from Olympic metal. It is a metal—looks a lot like bronze—that was mined from the depths of Mount Olympus itself and forged by Hephaestus and his smiths. Compared to modern weaponry, you would think them crude, but it is an almost indestructible compound. I have never seen any of the metal in any other form besides swords, spears, arrows,

Not effortless—but intuitive, like her body had been waiting for permission to connect these things. Weapon work followed. Spears first—balance, reach, distance. Then blades. The odachi demanded respect, and she gave it, learning how to move with something longer and heavier than herself without forcing it. Even the makeshift tools returned: wraps stiffened and weighted, bracelets repurposed, environmental angles practiced until nothing in a room felt neutral anymore.