The Blood Of Olympus Hardback นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had one hand around a traitor’s throat and the other wrapped around a glass of infernal wine, already planning which omega I’d knot first and which one I’d let bleed out after. Then it punched through the walls like divine violence. Lunar blood. Pure. Untouched. Mine. The crystal glass slipped from my fingers and shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. Wine bled across the marble like fresh slaughter. Every wolf in the room froze. The traitor at my feet pissed himself, hot urine soaking my boots. The omegas stopped mid-moan, thighs trembling, eyes wide with animal fear. I stood slowly. My cock thickened so fast the seams of my trousers ripped. Fangs punched through my gums, long and v

That was the proof I needed, but it quickly became clear that my omega was not done. “I wanted to make sure, so when she left, I snuck into the tower room and there was a book.” A visible shiver ran down the back of her spine as tears filled her eyes. “It was a book of blood magic, and it was open on a spell to take a life!” The omega burst into tears and I closed the gap between us in the blink of an eye.

The whole room was now paying attention. Luke broke into a laugh, he threw his head back against the edge of the chair, and his neck was bent in a painfully sharp angle. The side effects were kicking in, the blank mind. Luke is probably asleep somewhere inside the boy before them, this was his deep and drugged consciousness talking. His voice echoed in the room as it grew quiet. “Ophelia…” Luke started, turning his eyes to Ophelia through his held back head. “The purest and strongest of the Crescent’s bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess courses through her veins, blood that is far more stronger than mine. And Noah–”

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Damn. “Yes. I see that. Drink.” She commanded. Her words were so close. I could feel her breath fan my face and soon after her cool skin against my lips followed by a warm liquid. She pressed harder when my lips did not move. “Drink,” she repeated. This time I parted my lips slightly, just enough to allow the smallest amount of the liquid in. Blood. Her sweet, intoxicating blood that quenched my thirst like nothing else before, replenishing some of my energy almost instantly like the drug it was. My eyes shot open and I grabbed the arm that pressed against me pulling her into my lap at the same time taking more of her blood as if I was dehydrated. I needed it and she didn’t fight me.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel." "They will call him god. But we know better. We call him ours." — Aria

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * *

He stroked gently, protective, like he was reassuring both me and our unborn twins that we were safe. When he finally looked at me, his eyes told a story I couldn’t ignore. Fear glimmered in them. He had never looked scared before. But now, he looked like he had almost lost everything. He swallowed hard. “There was a ritual,” he started, “Olivia used your blood to open it. She poured it into the cauldron. That’s when the Blood Moon started.” My heart dropped. Memories of cold air, red light, and pain flashed through me, blurry and jagged like broken glass.

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him. Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.” "All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch."