The Blood Of Olympus Novels & Stories

"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.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

she asked. I gazed down on the city, and I felt myself sinking. "They didn't miss," I said. "They didn't fail." "Then why am I alive?" she asked. I swallowed. “And you see,” I said, “because you were the intended victim the whole time.” The line went dead. And I knew the truth I was not wanting to know the first time. This was not a war that awaited my empire. It was coming for Drina.

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

Lucien only had time to touch a small piece of her last drop of blood before the darkness swallowed everything. --- Above the ground. Selene screamed, pulled out her knife, cut her wrist, and let the blood mix with the black flower. Each petal shook, then bloomed from within, a female figure gradually taking shape, wrapped in a cocoon of blood essence. A red light flared, blinding. The blood wind swirled, scattering the ashes around the Divine Tower. Selene collapsed, blood pouring from her eyes and mouth, but she smiled. “Rise, Evelyn Cross. Bloodheart never dies.”

I unrolled it carefully, revealing the name of the woman who sealed the vault with her blood. Delphine’s ancestor. She hadn’t gone willingly, not at first. She was offered a choice: die and seal the breach, or live and risk letting the realm beyond this one devour everything. They say she chose nobility. But I remember her eyes. And they didn’t hold nobility. They held rage. Delphine has those same eyes. And yet now, the magic called to Delphine with reverence. With desire. As if she were the key that could unlock what no one else could even approach.

“Back away from the wall!” He didn’t hear me. Or he heard, and didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the ocean . on the crimson storm twisting itself around one figure like a crown. Clara. Except this wasn’t Clara. This was something ancient wearing Clara’s bones. And she was looking at Ares like he’d come home. The wolves crawled backward, ears pinned. One of the generals whispered under his breath: “Not magic… this is god blood.” I wished he hadn’t said it, because the moment he did, I felt it too.

To listen, and to wait. They told me I was born from prophecy. That my mother bled during the eclipse and bore me during the lunar tide. You are Moonblood, they said. One day, the tide will rise for you. And now here I am. The moon shifts and a pulse echoes behind my eyes. Pain lances through my skull like lightning, and I gasp, clutching my head. The world turns red. Not with fire, but with blood. And there’s Rhea, standing on an altar of flame, her arms outstretched and her eyes hollowed to ash.