Albedo Overlord Novels & Stories

They called themself vamolves. “He did it! Adron finally figured out how to use our own creations against us!” Sabrina said as she pulled up an image of one. “Now he is completely gone and is in his own underworld, we cannot get to him!” Althea cried out. The worry was evident on her beautiful porcelain face. Her silky white wavy hair was being blown behind her as she kept pacing around the room. Sabrina was almost her twin but she had green eyes compared to Althea’s sky blue ones.

One of the most feared ancient powers besides the Vanguard family. Within the main hall illuminated by the flames of giant torches, a man sat tall on a throne made from the bones of a snow bear. The man had long, carelessly tied silver hair, pale blue eyes like glacier shards that froze the soul, and an ingrained arrogant aura. He is Alpha Kaelen Frost, ruler of the North known for his cold cruelty. A wolf warrior ran in, bowing his head deeply before the throne. "Report, Alpha Kaelen!" called the soldier in a trembling voice. “Market anomaly in the Eastern region… the Bloodmoon Pack was completely destroyed overnight.”

Luna turned. Fifty steps stretched from her boots to the peak of the obsidian altar. In the middle of those fifty steps stood seven top-tier Alphas, each capable of tearing the world apart. The first, Rex. His two-meter greatsword was planted before him, black Direwolf blood dripping from the fuller and splattering onto the stone. His violent amber eyes locked onto her, and his wildfire pheromones raged with such intensity that the very air seemed to warp and distort from the heat. She took a step. He didn't move. Another. The tips of their boots were almost touching.

"He's the only reason I'm here." The amber-eyed man stepped into the light. He was massive, his muscles corded like steel cables under skin that seemed too tight for his frame. This was **Commander Valerius**, the Alpha of the Northern Sector. In the 2026 that had been hidden from us, the "Government" had collapsed into a hierarchy of strength. The Aethel-Corp hadn't just been dreaming for the masses; they had been suppressing the **Shift**.

"No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one." "What do you mean?" She smiled. "Can you remember the Legend of The Cursed Alpha?" "Yeah!" I said. "There's no wolf who doesn't know that." "Yeah." She said, still smiling. "Remember Alpha Kopis, the powerful and relentless Alpha who turned rogue and decided to go against the moon goddess..." "... Why are you telling me this fable?" I asked impatiently. "Be patient." She said then resumed her story. "And then he fought against all the gods and..."

I shouted my mate once again! "I'm sorry alphas" he said not looking sorry at all "but this meeting is useless, and I see no point on bickering on something that can be solved within seconds, papa and daddy I love David and I'm leaving with him as my mate and as his mate as the council law explains I already own everything he owns, and as the current alpha, I call for both packs to combine by the end of the week, their territory is big enough, and they have resources that will benefit all of us, and we have experience to benefit their warriors so any objections and I'm his Luna, so I own half of everything he owns and his ass?

I could see his unease — old loyalties tangled with a hint of judgment. Jayden climbed out of the next truck. A young Alpha, tall & wiry, head of a pack that specilaised in reconnaissance & stealth, followed by his Beta, eyes sharp and assessing. They took control of the coast line packs when number dropped to less than a few hundred & have been an incredible ally for us. Then Idris, quiet and deliberate, from a pack that controlled the northern hunting grounds, older wolves with strong survival instincts. Their presence was calm, measured nothing flashy, just the precision of experience.

Before him rose the 14-B Ledger, a geometric monolith of black glass miles high, humming with five centuries of debt. This was the contract. The biometric leash shackling every White Wolf to the Global Grid. [USER IDENTIFIED: GHOST/ADMIN. STATUS: UNAUTHORIZED. INITIATING: ARCHITECTURAL PURGE.] A wall of red, crystalline barriers erupted from the floor of the mainframe. These ICE defenses, sharp and freezing, lunged for Kael’s silver edges. They sought to shred his memories and turn his tactical marrow into empty data-packets. Kael didn't flinch. He drew a digital blade forged from the fragments of his own Alpha Prime core.

“Fantastic. Continue ruining my day.” She moved closer, lowering her voice, not because anyone might hear, but because some truths demanded it. “A wolf born under a twin moon. Marked by silver fire. Bound to an Alpha through fate, not choice. The Lunawalker is destined to either amplify her Alpha’s power… or burn him to ruin.” The room felt smaller. My blood went cold. “You’re saying Enid—” “Is exactly what the prophecy described,” Elda finished. “Down to the timing. Down to the bond.”

Before I could even process the excitement of potentially having powers, the SUV slammed on its brakes. "Get down! Ambush!" Hudson roared from the driver's seat. Through the windshield, I saw them—a small army of heavily armed raiders swarming the dunes ahead. The Vipers. Their leader, a scarred man with fire powers, laughed maniacally as he raised his hands, hurling massive fireballs at our convoy like a meteor shower. BOOM! The explosion sent a shockwave that shattered our windows into a million pieces.