The Blood Of Olympus の小説・ストーリー

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.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

“Very well. I’ll start.” Old Ophis took a deep breath. He took out a bottle from his chest, which contained fresh crimson blood inside. From the bottle’s appearance, it was unclear how long it had been stored, but the color of the blood was exceptionally vivid. “This is some blood left by Master. It’s a necessary primer for breaking the seal,” Old Ophis explained briefly, then sprinkled the blood in the direction where all the corpses were pointing. When the blood fell to the ground, it did not touch any dust but swiftly merged into it.

After waking up, she was told that her blood had always been a mixture of black and red. “Since you were bleeding at that time, there were traces of your blood left in the trap and because I tried getting you out of it I was also injured and some of my blood was on the trap too. Oizys was the one who had set the trap as she had been told by one of her spies that we were going to the forest for hunting. She later got hold of both my blood since you have darkness in you, most of the time when black blood is shed off, it doesn’t dry up like the rest. Instead when it mixes with air, it becomes a sort of wind making a black ghost puppet. As for her, she also has black blood. I don’t know how she

Ray replied and tightened his grip over the orb. “Do you think they would have noticed by now? That Ares is dead?” Mane wondered, swaying from the subject. “They should have. After all, Olympus has its way. Like Asgard’s Black Book, Olympus has its own method. It’s just a bit…flashier.” “I wish I was there to see it though,” Ray suddenly added. “See what?” Mane couldn’t help but wonder. “Perseus face,” Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

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

I muttered, staring at the tiny fabric that seemed more suited for a doll than for me. “What the fuck did you give me to wear, Sophia? Please don’t tell me it’s a body-hugging gown!” OWEN'S POV "We need to be sure that we are not mistaken" “We need to be sure we’re not mistaken.” My voice deepened as I turned to my friend Baka, who nodded in agreement. “It’s Omega blood, not Rogue. Something happened here, and I bet the girls are behind it.” I looked at the drop of blood on my thumb rubbing it against my index finger as I picked up my napkin and wiped it away. The bloodstain on the ground was already starting to dry and turn black.

Avel’s fangs descended with a snap. “No. She. won’t.” “Won’t she?” Caelan’s voice softened. “She carries your blood, Avel. And all the bloodlust which comes with it. And she didn't just have a little.” Avel stiffened. Silas gasped. I felt the truth settle into my bones like winter: I didn’t carry some of Avel’s blood. I carried enough to transform worlds. Avel spun toward me, eyes wide. “Don’t listen to him. Please. Listen to me.”

Elara’s POV I lunged. Dorian didn’t move. He didn’t have to. The ground cracked beneath us as the Owlshard flashed—silver turning red in a blink, like it knew what night it was. We were in front of a building that led into his pack and it looked to be tightly shut. I was thankful for that. No interferences. The Blood Moon had risen. I felt it before I saw it. And it scared the shit out of me. There have been so much propechies about this night, that it made feel like this night was a cursed one.

Member of the famous club and paranormal group Blood +, she is initially a tagged member who only joined just to be with her childhood best friend and protector against demons and spirit, Daniela. Known as the only surviving descendant of her clan after the cursed night of her birth where everyone in her family died, she is the only blood that carries the rare ability to drift and to use the drowsing necklace. The sacred artifact of the time and space that God Ophiuchus gifted. The necklace can grant a drifter to have a glimpse of the past and future of any supernatural being. Her bloodline and ability are the keys that lead her to be the target of the demons who haunt her blood to open the