Black Scripture Overlord Novels & Stories

"There is more?" "Yes. There won't have any side effects" "You mean to say..." "Yes. That person won't be allergic to any metal, sun, or give in to her inner beast. In other words, he or she will be invincible with all the power at their hands" "Oh my god! This is more twisted than we thought. And they have more than a thousand captives under them. Is this their plan all along? Harvest their blood and then sacrifice them?"

"Kenji's older brother? The Chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi?" "The guy is a butcher," Dominic said, his jaw tight. "He bypassed our perimeter hours ago and deployed military-grade black ops shooters. He just flattened my South district hub. Didn't even touch my men, Val. Just broke my toys to make a point." "He has unlimited cash," Valentina warned, her breath turning shallow. "You built a clean corporate empire, Dominic, but Ichiro is an executioner. He doesn't play by your rules." "He wants a war," Dominic growled. "My clean corporate fronts are folding under the pressure."

He drew his sword, the gold-and-sapphire light blinding the onlookers. "I, SILAS BLACKWOOD, ALPHA-REGENT OF THE NORTH, PLEDGE THE SOVEREIGNTY OF THE SHADOW CLAWS! IF WE SURVIVE THIS NIGHT, THE BLACKWOOD PACK IS DISSOVED! IN ITS PLACE, A NEW EMPIRE WILL RISE—ONE WHERE THE SHADOW AND THE LIGHT ARE EQUAL! I GIVE YOU THE SOUTH MINES, THE SILVER PEAKS, AND EVERY ACRE OF LAND YOU HAVE RECLAIMED FROM THE DARK!"

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

It felt like the world itself was watching. I stood on a broken rock above the corpse, sword in hand, its edge gleaming with blue light. The wind howled around me, carrying the scent of blood and dust. And slowly—one by one—the beasts began to kneel. Then the humans followed. I blinked, disbelief numbing me as the entire battlefield bowed. Every eye—human and monster alike—was fixed on me. And then, from somewhere in the crowd, a chant began to rise—faint at first, then growing louder, echoing through the valley.

that truth would only get darker, deeper, and more terrifying from here. But she would not run. Not anymore. Somewhere far from the light, in a dark room whose walls were made of bones and shadows, a black-robed figure stood with his back to a black altar surrounded by blue flames. His fiery red eyes gazed at the misty mirror in front of him, where the images of Raven and Valtorius moved in the underground passage. Her thin hands traced the surface of the glass, muttering incantations in an old language that sounded like the hiss of a snake.

He wore a thick, black robe. Springtime in the capital wasn't that cold, so the robe was overly thick for the weather. I figured this was a habit Gideon had gotten into after all his years in Morbeck. He probably couldn't change so quickly. His Majesty beckoned to me when he saw me. Only then did I get to see Gideon up close. He was handsome, and his gaze was sharp. Appearance-wise, he was definitely good-looking. The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek.

The floor is pure white stone, cold as winter snow under my bare feet. In the dead centre sits the obsidian table. On top of it lies the black book. It is massive, bound in iron and dragon-hide, requiring the strength of two alpha lycans just to shift it from the stone. But only royal blood can break the seal. I place my right palm flat against the cold leather. "Adriel of the House of Luperca." The iron clasps snap open with a loud click. The pages begin to turn on their own, flipping through centuries of dead kings and forgotten wars until they stop at my own generation.

“But Sire…your father and the Alpha Lords have agreed to have him rule Eptomaniac. Why do you want to go against the covenant rules of the Alpha Lords?” “To hell with the damn rules. I must rule Eptomaniac, whether anyone likes it or not. I don’t care. Why do they themselves not set rules and live by them. The older of a pair takes the crown. How dare them appoint Lothaire? Has it been done anywhere at anytime, ever since we left our place on earth? To hell with the Alpha Lords!” "Sire, please for your life, lower your voice. They hear and see everything now. Especially as the Alpha Supreme has made himself immortal, and he is now a God, our God, Sire."

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at