Ao3 Unicorn Overlord Novels & Stories

The forest across the river was a shadow of its former self, struggling by the day to remain standing. The unicorn looked to the full moon high in the sky. It was not long before the gathering of the unicorns would begin and the breeding season would be initiated. Each year fewer unicorns arrived in the meadow, fewer still successfully brought forth new unicorns into the world. The unicorn sighed softly. She was the last of her family left alive, Alorna of the Graymoon. She hoped that this year she would be able to breed and bring forth a new generation to protect the forest.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Emotions churned up my chest as I spoke still engulfed in Aryan's arms. Hailey waggled into Oberon's room and kissed him on his lips. "Hey, why are you so clingy these days?" Oberon said in a humorous curt manner as he massaged his temples. "Come on, we are talking about Ottiline who forces herself to mate with any Werewolf and then use them as slaves, I can't let that happen to you, so am just going to mark my territory and her boundary," Hailey chuckled as she smouldered his face with kisses.

“Unrivaled Under the Heavens!” The Linebreaker Overlord was like a silver snake, swallowing the heavens and earth as it charged toward that palm. Boom— With a violent explosion of inner energy, Andrius was forced back, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Currently, he was no match for Arthur

She moaned, her breathing paced as her wanton moans filled my room, my cock twitching, ready to fuck every bad memory out of her. Octavia tried to pull the shirt she was wearing off but it was just one shirt, I can replace it with thousands more and with that, I ripped the clothes off of her until she was standing completely naked in front of me. “You’re perfect.” I growled as I kissed my way down, my lips, tongue and teeth lingering on her nipples before going further down, worshipping her body as I did. Fuck, she smells so good and I can’t wait to…. “OVERLORD! We have a problem!” A familiar voice suddenly called into my head, it was a mindlink that forced me to stop at once.

As Ancient Overlords, they found themselves entirely unqualified to witness a battle of such magnitude. Elora was distraught. She did not know how David was doing. Lufian was a Heavenly Overlord. Although David possessed the strength of a partial Heavenly Overlord and was blessed with heaven-defying Cloning, he was not a Heavenly Overlord. In Elora’s mind, Lufian had a greater chance of winning. “A Heavenly Overlord is too powerful. We, the five Leila rulers, are not even qualified to get close to this battle. How ironic!” Sylvio said with a self-deprecating look on his face.

Lord Merek continued, “The very same thing happened with the crown prince—King Duncan’s older brother—who mated with the Ouroboros princess. That led to the death of many.” “And everyone is just going to ignore the fact that Drakora was the reason the Lycans won that war?” Arianna said, having calmed her beast. “You're talking about the power suddenly bestowed upon us while we were on the brink of losing the war,” Lord Merek said coldly, keeping his gaze on her. So they had read the book after all—and still refused to believe that part? “Can you prove that?” Lord Damaris asked.

Her expression darkened. "Ms. Everton, this was handmade for the Fercanso Royal Family. It's priceless." "B-But it's so old." I pouted. Tears gathered in my eyes. "Sean, I'm scared." I turned to face Sean. It looked like I was asking him to protect me. Sean put down his coffee cup. He stood up and walked over to me before pulling me into his arms. He didn't even look at Kayla. He simply told the butler, "Walter, put it away. Burn it later."

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

They would beg, they would cry, they would break. Because in my kingdom, only the strong survived. A warrior entered the throne room and bowed before the Lycan King. “All the captured warriors have been sent to the dungeon, Your Highness,” he reported. “As for the women, most of them are omegas, but there are exceptions.” Zane arched a brow, showing little interest until the warrior continued. “One of them is a beta’s daughter, and another is an alpha’s fiancée. She is also an alpha’s daughter.”