The Last Olympian Chapters Novels & Stories

Don began the last chapter in November of the tenth year. Not the Mexico City piece — that was the fifth piece, the penultimate essay in the book, which he had been writing since the return from Mexico City in late October. The last chapter was something different: the chapter that Don had named in January as the chapter he knew the content of and did not yet have the form for. The chapter that was not an essay about a place but the explicit statement of what the whole book had been building toward.

He offered a Challenge. "The Drift isn't over, Darlene," he said, his voice echoing through the valley. "The world is waking up, and they're all hungry. If we don't build a New Law—one that isn't written in a book, but in the Marrow—then the 198th Chapter will be the last one for all of us." The 197th Chapter ended not with a speech, but with a Kill-Share.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

That's when I bumped into Beta Drew. "Sorry, Beta. I didn't see you there." "That's alright. I heard you asking your father about the Moon family?" he lifted his brow. "Yea. apparently, we don't talk about them?" "Come with me." I followed Beta Drew to his quarters, and we sat in his living room on opposite sides in his armchairs. "Why did you bring me here?" "So we can talk." "You know about the Moons?" "Yes. I was Alpha Felix Moons Beta before your father killed them, and we surrendered to his pack and loyalty."

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"I made sure the Council believed you were dead. I gave you suppressants. I gave you a new identity. I made sure you were hidden in plain sight." Wren's hands were shaking. "Why?" "Because you're the last Royal Omega." Marcus's voice was quiet. "And as long as you're alive, the Council can't complete their plan." Wren's heart stopped. "What plan?" Marcus was silent for a long moment. "The Council has been manipulating bloodlines for decades. They've been trying to create a perfect Alpha heir—someone who can control all the bloodlines through the bond. But they need an Omega to complete the bond. An Omega who shares the bloodline. A Royal Omega."

When I saw Jessica again, she looked completely worn down. Her stomach was flat now. I had nothing left to say to her. So I turned around and walked away. But Jessica acted like a different person. She followed right behind me. She even swallowed her pride and apologized. "I paid off Ryan and Noah. They're gone. They won't bother you anymore. And don't worry about my mother. Michael… let's go home." Hearing her say "go home" felt almost laughable.

She spat. The capital of the mage dimension held portals to all the worlds, except Olympiad which closed years ago. Heat raided throughout my body and I knew it was Artemis’ necklace calling out to me. Damn it, I was right. She’s here. “This is the last place we need invaded. Over half our troops are fighting in Olympiad and losing. We’re not getting anywhere. I need answers and I need them now.” I’d never seen my mother so anxious. She wouldn’t even sit on her diamond encrusted throne.

I remembered a female initiate doing the same thing ten minutes before her Utmost Prosperity’s arrival, during the most recent meeting inside the marine sphere. “You have to, even though you don’t like it, or want to…you have to pray like you’ve never prayed before.” I paused for her to greet a female colleague, who carried a large bundle of five hundred and one thousand Naira bills, to be counted and deposited for a customer. “If you love me Tarami, please endeavour to pray for me, I beg of you.” I slipped a copy of Dr. D. K. Olukoya’s Prayer Rain into her hand before she could respond. She stared at the book for a moment like a toddler who’d been given a loaded pistol to ‘play’ with.