Novel & Cerita Black Scripture Overlord

“No, no its not. I swear to the goddess I wasn’t trying to steal the books. I just wanted to take a peek at them.” “And who gave you the permission to do that?” “I-I I didn’t realize I needed permission to scroll through the books. I’m sorry master, I wasn’t trying to cause any troubles. I just want- “the rest of the words disappeared into my throat when the alpha took a menacing step towards me. It forced me to take a step back but I didn’t go very far, thanks to the shelf behind me.

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet. The first Gods, Blood, Oracles, Yesteryear, Gray, Ben-son and Violence - they had blotted out the sun years ago. It only existed now because the AI - Eigen - allowed it to. He was growing weary with her. She could always sense his moods. He shone silver when upset with her. "You could just go and leave me here?" she suggested hopefully. He turned black at this comment - threatning her. "Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life."

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

His voice was low and threatening now. “Y-you!” I immediately grabbed Constantine’s hand and shook my head. Then I bowed a little to the annoying Elder. “Elder, as Beta Cameron said, let’s trust in his plan. He has prepared everything.” The Elder finally sighed. “I’ll trust you, but only if you immediately fix the problem you created.” He pointed at me while talking with Constantine, obviously ignoring me. “I’m worried that this seductress has clouded your mind. Choosing a mere Omega to a Delta, well, the future Beta, is a bad deal.”

His brown eyes burn into the side of my face and even when I look over, he doesn't turn away, just narrows his eyes like I've done something to offend him. I try my best to avoid him, he's never taken much notice of me, more interested in the girls who throw themselves at him and I've never done that. He's handsome, don't get me wrong, his hair is jet black and silky looking, long enough for you to run your fingers through too, his eyes are a beautiful deep brown and intelligent, always assessing everyone and everything around him, but he's too controlled by his father. Too eager to prove he'll be just as good an Alpha when the time comes, that he won't even consider that maybe his dad's way

The light coalesced. It poured up from the broken throne like smoke in reverse, gathering and solidifying. Lines of script—like the blood‑red rules on the wall—spiraled through the glow, words from a hundred different languages tangling together. Shapes, fragments of faces and hands, pages, fangs, and claws flickered in the shifting mass. Then it **snapped** into a single, towering form. The Lord of the Castle**. He wore a body like a mockery of nobility—a tall, too‑perfect vampire king draped in black velvet and chains of bone. His skin was marble‑smooth, his hair black and long, his teeth shining. But his eyes were wrong.

The burning chains around my heart returned again but I dropped my phone face down on the conference table and focused on a Spanish overlord informing me about their latest operations. "I'm looking for an overlord named Black. He's provoked me time and again, it's high time I deal him the necessary punishment for daring to go against me." I brought up the news in the conference. Every man present here was the highest overlord in their respective countries, but the name Black seemed to turn their bloods cold and their faces pale. My eyes narrowed. "Juan, your reaction makes me think of a man on the slaughter table. What do you know about this person named Black?"

I replied coldly as my eyes began to glow silver. Marcus's eyes narrowed as he took in my glowing silver eyes, his gaze shifting between my brother and me. Recognition dawned on his face as he noticed the matching pendants around our necks. "So, the rumours are true," he said, his voice carrying across the clearing. "The Blackthorne heirs reunited at last. How... inconvenient." "For you, perhaps," I replied, feeling Diamond's power surging through me. "For us, it's destiny." Marcus sneered, raising the dark crystal staff. "Destiny? Is that what you call it? Your brother was meant for greatness, meant to lead our new world order. And you've corrupted him with your goddess nonsense."