What Book Is After Blood Of Olympus の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 51: The Blood Oath The rain came down in cold sheets, washing the blood from the streets but doing nothing to cleanse the night of the terrible atrocities. In the shadows of the city, Evelyn Hawthorne’s empire filled with quiet fury, the balance of power wobbling as every move was countered by unseen hands.

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded. Again.

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.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

Damn. “Yes. I see that. Drink.” She commanded. Her words were so close. I could feel her breath fan my face and soon after her cool skin against my lips followed by a warm liquid. She pressed harder when my lips did not move. “Drink,” she repeated. This time I parted my lips slightly, just enough to allow the smallest amount of the liquid in. Blood. Her sweet, intoxicating blood that quenched my thirst like nothing else before, replenishing some of my energy almost instantly like the drug it was. My eyes shot open and I grabbed the arm that pressed against me pulling her into my lap at the same time taking more of her blood as if I was dehydrated. I needed it and she didn’t fight me.

My fingers slide over the spine before I pull it out. I flip the book open, and my eyes catch something unexpected but very much sought after. Maps. Not of pack borders but routes. Underground tunnels. Certain outposts not marked on the official map. Margins field with coded symbols that I may not understand but certainly will have no problem deciphering in my alone time. It is clear. These are the routes the omegas are always sent through to meet their doom and deaths. “Hah.” I scoff, my pulse quickening. Unless you actually got your hands on something like this, you would’ve never have suspected.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

Handing the book to me, Lilith tried to get dressed, and Damon helped her, why did this book feel so familiar like I have seen it before, Suddenly, the book began to skip over pages, landing it on a random sheet, "Born from a demon with angel blood, the lass will become the ruler of hell and benefactor of heaven, the offspring shall be invincible with the fused blood streaming through its veins, creating a balance between good and evil, the antichrist will be the most powerful being to ever walk both realms, he will pass through any gateway deemed impossible, and so man can live, the youth life must sacrifice, its blood will restore peace and balance," I read aloud, recognizing what it was,

Old books stacked in glass cases, labeled in ancient tongues. But what chilled me most was that one of the cases had been opened. I stepped forward, gaze fixed on the glass shards strewn across the floor. The velvet cushion inside the case was empty—its label read: “The Blood Chronicle: Wolfsong Lineage, Vol. I” “No...” I whispered. That book contained the deepest secrets of my bloodline. The ancient bond between our ancestors and the Moon Goddess. The prophecy of the one who would unite—or destroy—the balance between werewolves and the magic-bound.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**