The Blood Of Olympus の小説・ストーリー

Killing Olympias was a piece of cake for a Transformation assassin. Olympias stood helplessly as the water sword came crashing down on her chest. In her mind, she thought of many ways to avoid the attack. Unfortunately, she couldn’t keep up with her cultivation strength. The gap between the realms was so big that she couldn’t avoid it at all. Soon, the water sword pierced through Olympias’s chest. At this very moment, a terrifying force suddenly erupted in Olympias’ body, forming a red aura armor that was the shape of a fish scale which was visible to the naked eye.

The whole room was now paying attention. Luke broke into a laugh, he threw his head back against the edge of the chair, and his neck was bent in a painfully sharp angle. The side effects were kicking in, the blank mind. Luke is probably asleep somewhere inside the boy before them, this was his deep and drugged consciousness talking. His voice echoed in the room as it grew quiet. “Ophelia…” Luke started, turning his eyes to Ophelia through his held back head. “The purest and strongest of the Crescent’s bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess courses through her veins, blood that is far more stronger than mine. And Noah–”

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

"Pathetic." The tension mounted. Violence was imminent. Revira gripped the back of Rakar's jacket, scared half to death. "ENOUGH!" The voice came from Eldric. The Elder stepped forward, slicing the tension like a hot knife through butter. He hadn't shouted, but his voice carried an authority that made Goran and the other warriors immediately lower their heads. "This child is dying," Eldric said coldly, looking at Goran. "He carries the Moon Blood. If he detonates here because you blocked his path, your blood will be the first to boil."

It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world. But of course, the fact that this place is also dangerous for a mere human like me brings height to my fears. Especially since I just received a death threat from one of the most powerful here in Olympus. Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

It has been waiting my entire life for the moment when I stopped being afraid of it. I am not afraid of it anymore. The Moonblood does not surface gradually. There is no gentle emergence, no careful unveiling. One moment I am Eira Quinn, former omega of the Ashbane Pack, mother of one five year old who forgets his boots and checks his left buckle twice and has his father's eyes and my stubbornness and more power in his small hands than anyone in this clearing fully understands. The next moment I am all of that and something ancient underneath it. Something that was here before the packs. Before the territories and the borders and the Alpha wars and the prophecies written on stone tablets by

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

I was frozen, my body shaking with a mixture of fear and a strange fascination. Alpha Kaelen and the old woman who cared for the Oracle remained silent. Their faces were calm, as if they knew what was going to happen, so I calmed down a little, but only a little. The Oracle's blood, a blood that was bright blue, a blood that was not of this world, dripped from his body and fell into the sacred fountain. The water, which had been a source of light, turned blue. The Oracle stood still, his body trembling, his eyes closed, and a silvery glow emanated from his body.