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He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

Ray replied and tightened his grip over the orb. “Do you think they would have noticed by now? That Ares is dead?” Mane wondered, swaying from the subject. “They should have. After all, Olympus has its way. Like Asgard’s Black Book, Olympus has its own method. It’s just a bit…flashier.” “I wish I was there to see it though,” Ray suddenly added. “See what?” Mane couldn’t help but wonder. “Perseus face,” Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

He charged towards Aaron, even willed his half-bloods to go after him, but he didn’t make it far when a thunderous voice boomed. “Where do you think you are going?” she drawled. He tried to move, but he couldn’t. The demigod roared, a sound of rage and dawning fear as Ophelia’s body pulled at him-his power, his essence, the very divinity that had fueled him since the dawn of time. He struggled trying to draw from the blood moon, but it was futile. Her power was absolute. The blood moon had almost completely vanished from the sky; better yet, Ophelia had almost completely absorbed the blood moon from the sky.

All The Elders, Evelyn, Raul and Patricia were shocked by the table and cauldron appearing. “What is this jar of dirt for?” Hades asked examining all the things on the table. “It’s Zeus and Typhon’s blood. It’s from Mount Etna; he fought with Typhon before he let him out. Lucifer and Typhon collected the blood so we could use it for the unbinding. I have to separate his blood from Typhon’s but that should be easy.” I said concentrating on the jar. Another jar appeared and started to fill with blood. It wasn’t much. I scowled at the small jar that was only a quarter full. I would need more of his blood for the next part of my plan.

Where her past self is acting as the representative of the being, in front of her creator and father that she doesn’t address nor think of Kyle that way anymore. “Amusing.” Reina smiles in satisfaction, yet with a hint and shadow of a cunning one as a snap echo and a pentagram is formed from the air and on the top of her hand, as a book perfectly landed unto her hand and purposely showed it with the title and the words. “BLOOD RESURRECTION.” The name of the book that is covered with the tainted black and mark with the picture of blood and knives. That does not just catch the interest of Kyle, but hit the present Winona of the sudden and quick pain that she never had before.

And when I turn toward my son, blood has completely drained from his face. Which prisoner? Who's Athena? And dear God, what exactly has Zeus done?

As soon as a drop of his blood touched the box, it opened and the book was revealed. "What's that?" Tasha asked Damian. "Every semester, books are revealed to guide students on where all the supernatural studies will be taken from, it's like a guide for all the test and exams we would write concerning supernatural studies" Damian explained and all of them listened keenly. "Does Jordan do this every semester?" Ashley asked. "This is the first time a book is locked with the Oscars bloodline, the previous one was from the witches in the West Coast it was called the way of life and it was unlocked by one of their witches in this school" Damian explained and they all nodded their head in realizat

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

The Divine Heir of Olympus had long been on his must-kill list. Traitors to humankind like the Olympian Army had ravaged the native creatures of the universe at the end of ancient times. Now they were making a comeback by resurrecting themselves with the spiritual energy on Earth. When all kinds of opportunities were about to burst out, they would be back again. While they were talking, the door of the room that they were in was forcefully pushed open, and a figure rushed in like lightning. The figure fell into Alex’s arms and held his face before kissing him deeply.

But the young werewolf was determined to succeed, driven by a burning desire to unlock the power of the Moon Goddess and become the strongest werewolf in the world. And finally, after months of searching, he found it. The Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. With trembling hands, he wrote his name in his blood, unleashing the power of the Moon Goddess upon himself. In an instant, he felt a surge of energy, a rush of power that flowed through his veins. He knew that he had become more powerful than he had ever imagined, and that he would stop at nothing to protect the book and its secrets from those who would seek to use it for evil.