The Blood Of Olympus Novels & Stories

“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.

it lives in the blood! She closed her eyes, shutting out the deafening clash of metal, the roars of the guards, and the terrifying resonance of Caelum’s blades meeting his resurrected brother's sword. She searched the depths of her soul, disregarding her outside conduits, and dove into her ancestral bloodline — the perfect, burning flame, passed down from Queen Aurelia and the old Solar Court.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

He was surprised at the anger that filled him because he didn’t know this woman, didn’t feel anything for her but he felt the bloodlust rising in him. Anya turned her back on him and took her shirt off. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and Gage looked at the letters carved into her shoulder. AE. “He told me that soon I would belong to him and marked me with his initials. It was the first and last time he raped me because Lev saved me that following day and killed Viktor.” “His fucking name,” Gage said through clenched teeth. “What will you do, Gage? Will you bring him to me so I can see him suffer as I suffered? Will you let me watch you kill him?”

– shouts Reed angrily. - Me? afraid of a mutt? – Orpheus laughs until tears run down his face. – oh, stop making me laugh. My stomach already hurts. Do you think I, Orpheus Blood, Prince of Vampires, and Vlad Blood the Great's son and heir are afraid of a mutt? You're not even a challenge. I'll kill you with a single gesture. Orpheus throws the knife away and plunges his fangs into the girl's neck, who struggles until she loses consciousness.

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.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.