The Blood Of Olympus の小説・ストーリー

The torches flickered. The courtyard floor trembled under my knees. Oliver’s breath hitched sharply against my skin. Then he drank. Not out of hunger. Not out of instinct. But out of need. Pure blood surged through him—my blood, my strength, my life—rushing into him like fire igniting through frozen veins. His entire body jerked, and he dropped to one knee with me still in his arms, gripping me tightly as if afraid I would disappear. His eyes snapped fully open, the blue haze cracking violently as green burst through, bright and furious.

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.

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”

"This one won't be different." The instant her fingertips brushed the scroll a brilliant silver light erupted through the sanctuary. Ancient symbols ignited across the walls. The pillars trembled. A cold wind swept through the chamber though there was no opening above. Then... The scroll unrolled by itself. Words written in glowing silver appeared one after another. The Oracle's voice trembled as she began to read. "When moon and blood become one..." Every person present held their breath. "The last daughter of the divided blood shall rise." Aurelia's pulse quickened. The Oracle continued.

“Tonight the Blood Moon rises at face off. Your Omega power will be at its peak. Your control will be at its weakest. One slip, one loss of control, one injury to a human or sanctioned wolf and the council ends you on that ice. No trial. No mercy.” The room went very silent. Ethan stepped in front of me quickly. “That will not happen.” Elder Veyron looked at his son. “It is not your choice, boy. The law is clear. Rogue Omegas during Blood Moon are put down. She knows this.” I stood up slowly. My legs felt weak but I locked my knees. “I know,” I said. My voice did not shake. “I will hold it together.” He stared at me for a long second.

"If you give him your blood, the draw from a dying Alpha could pull the life right out of your womb. It could kill the baby. It could kill you." "If Oscar dies, Katherine’s rogues will cross that border and finish the job anyway," Amora said. She reached across the tray, snatched the small, silver scalpel, and drew the blade sharply across her palm. A deep, dark red line appeared across her skin. But as the blood began to pool, it didn't look ordinary. In the harsh fluorescent light of the clinic, the liquid carried a faint, pearlescent shimmer—a silver-white glow that looked like liquid moonlight.

The world was strangely still in the aftermath of the fight. The ground bore the scars of their battle, claw marks etched into the stone, and the scent of blood—sharp and metallic—hung heavy in the air. Diva stood over Ronan, her chest heaving, golden eyes glowing with a flicker of her beast still pulsing beneath her skin. Her claws were out, bloodied, her body trembling not with weakness, but the force of what had just happened.

Finally we reached a door carved with thorned vines. Lucien pressed his palm against the wood and it swung open silently. The garden beyond stole my breath. It should not exist this far underground but somehow it did. A courtyard open to the night sky above where stars glittered like scattered diamonds. Black roses grew everywhere climbing walls and spilling from their stone planters. Their petals absorbed light rather than reflecting it just like Queen mother seraphine's hair and at their centers had a faint crimson glow pulsed like heartbeats. "My mother's blood garden." Lucien moved down a path between the roses. "Each plant is fed with vampire blood mixed into the soil. It sustains them