The Blood Of Olympus Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

I didn’t have time to consider how they had found us, or how they had managed to kill some of my kind. My nostrils flared, my jaw clenched, as I fought against the bloodlust clouding my sight. I tore my niece from the child she was set up, taking in the sight of her blood pouring from an open wound in her neck. A sudden feeling of calm enveloped me as I heard Nyx’s voice on the wind. She told me to save the girl, using the magic in my blood, bestowed to me by Apollo. The itch of my canines elongating into fangs reminded me of the unadulterated need to drain the blood from the child before me, only Nyx’s voice gave me the strength for what came next. Rather then feast upon the girl, I tore my

The scent of blood and gunpowder choked the air. Alessandro stood in the wreckage, chest rising hard, blood dripping down his arm. The third body slumped beside him. I stared at the gun in my hand. My fingers trembled. “He was going to—” “I know,” Alessandro said quietly. I turned to him — his face pale, eyes dark as night. “You’re bleeding.” “I’ve had worse.” “That’s not an answer.” He gave a grim half-smile. “You like those.” “Sit down,” I snapped.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

As always no one cared about the wolfless omega! “Help!” “Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but it was a mere whisper. Suddenly Cynthia appeared in front of me holding my three babies, two girls and a boy. “My baby, you killed my baby girl! She was innocent. Why did you do that?” I wept bitterly, stretching my hands towards her. Instead, an evil shriek filled the forest, “You worthless omega, say goodbye to your twins!!” Two loud blasts filled the air! I looked up to see blood gushing from Davis and Davina’s skull. Kian just stood by the side chuckling.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

He hurried to her side and held her hand to see the damage. There was a deep cut on her finger, and bright red blood bubbled out of it and dripped onto the floor. "What happened?",he asked worriedly. "The book",Layla whispered. "It cut me" "The book?",Xavier asked bewildered. He turned and grabbed the book to scrutinize it. Layla's blood had dropped onto the stone and as he watched, the stone turned crimson red, with her blood trapped inside. "Even a book wants to take a bite out of you Tribrid",Hades suddenly said from the doorway. He had been standing there, observing the situation with his red eyes. There was a look of fury in his eyes, directed at the shadow warrior.

Even some Human Race powerhouses were dumbfounded, gazing at this scene in disbelief. Jacopo murmured, “Who is he? He’s so frightening.” Winnie, Xainte, Noel, and the others shook their heads. They were clueless about the origin of this Ancestral Blood Master who defeated Wyot. The Divine Martial Scripture was slowly being pulled away by the blood light. As the Divine Martial Scripture was on the brink of being completely taken away by the blood light, a mysterious aura suddenly emanated from within its pages. This enigmatic energy managed to break free from the confines of the blood light, catching the Ancestral Blood Master off guard and forcing him to hastily retreat, pushing him into the

In a single birth she brought forth five lines of blood: the blood of the high gods, the blood of dragons, the blood of the elves, and the weakest yet rarest of all, the twin starblood that ran in Orson and me. On the day we were born, the star sea collapsed, and a rift in the universe tore open the ancestral court of the gods. All five bloodlines in our mother's womb were nearly swallowed together. If no one made a sacrifice, our three older siblings would all die. So Orson and I gave up the divine power in our blood, and poured it into their fates. They lived. They became the three strongest elders the gods had ever known. And Orson and I became two ruined bloods.

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

The touch. I pressed my hand against my knee and looked at my palm. Nothing there. No mark, nothing visible. But I had felt it, the second his hand landed on my shoulder, something moving through the point of contact like a current, like something recognising something, and it had startled me so badly I had almost stepped back. It was the blood magic. It had to be the blood magic. I was freshly made and unstable and a working that large and that recent would produce side effects, sensitivity, misfiring responses to contact. That was what it was. That was the only thing it was.