The Blood Of Olympus 소설 & 이야기

“Make me a god! The only way you’ll have your daughter back is if you make a god and we both return to Olympiad. Or else I’ll drag her back to the dark world and you’ll never see her again.” “You can’t do that she’s my wife! She’s bound by pure blood to me.” Daylen blasted. “You clearly don’t understand the rules of a blood bond.” “If you do this Zeus you’ll be dooming us all!” Solaris spoke for the first time. My dad looked away, “I can’t let him take my daughter Solaris.”

being the one who provoked the other party, be the first to drop your blood," the oracle said and Jared took the knife. He slashed it across his palm and dropped a few drops of blodd to the water in the bowl. I saw the clear water start to turn crimson as the blood mixed with it. The blood was swirling in it like it had a life of its own. The oracle took the knife and gave it to me. I repeated what Jared had done and watched as my blood mixed with his in the bowl. I then watched as the slash across my palm healed and the remaining blood go back to the closing wound.

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.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

I stopped talking when I felt as if a thread cut my hand, a thin, agonizing pain, but I squeezed my fingers in my hand, making the blood paint faster, falling on the flower and the drops of blood were turning golden, normally they were supposed to dissipate, but first they turned golden and then they dissipated, Dragazon looked on in admiration. "The blood of a demigod giving freely is even more powerful," he muttered distractedly. "Demigod what?" I ask confused. ""Ah... it reminds me of a good time, when we had power, blood was well received, my lady," I said, but I didn't understand anything.

12 Olympian gods resided at Mount Olympus: Zeus and his wife Hera, Athena, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Demeter, Hester, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hephaestus and Ares. Since Hades resided in the underworld, he was once now not considered an Olympian god and did not visit the wonderful mount often. The nine muses, the daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, resided at the foot of the mountain. The Olympians dominated Olympus till the monster Typhon attacked their stronghold. Typhon was allegedly a 100-headed fire-breathing dragon. When he attacked Olympus, the majority of the gods selected to flee, barring for Zeus, Athena and Dionysus. Zeus was once in a position to subsequently defeat the giant monster wit

I wiped the blood off my scalpel on my sleeve and raised my eyes to his. "You brought eighty men. You have two legions. Your daughter just got dragged away by your own hand. Your poison killed Aurora three hundred years ago. Three hundred years later, the same poison—and those who belong to me will not die." I looked down at the wound on Silas's hand. At that layer of golden light holding the poison at the front line. Then I lifted my head again. "Three days. The Assembly Hall. You want to put me on trial, fine. But today is the Blood Moon Hunt. I am the Victor's Omega. You move against me here—do you really think the Council of Elders will let that slide?"

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.