Black Scripture Overlord Novels & Stories

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

She might have been face, her nature, her smile but no matter what she is not her. A voice came out from inside of me and I stood up against my will. My fists are getting stronger to resist but he is too strong than me. He never surfaced. Not once after she died. But now he is getting possessive over Dabria. He is the one making me forcibly call her Dabria. He wants her while I want her soul. My potion was finished this morning. As a result his powers were overpowering me. From the moment Dabria entered the room, he started resurfacing. He wants to be with her. I gripped the edge of the table as my eyes started to turn golden. Finally accepting my defeat, I let him resurface. My beast, Nyx.

"They will crave the sheer, ungodly power and political influence she can bring down on the realms between worlds! A child like that can topple thrones or build empires. You cannot hide her forever, princess! You've birthed a target that the entire supernatural universe will tear this world apart to possess!" "She is a Blackwood," Kazan growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that shook the dust from the ceiling. He didn't let the prince's psychological warfare break his focus. He bared his razor-sharp fangs, his alpha aura expanding until the entire hallway suffocated under his power. "And anyone who steps into our realms to take her will feed the earth." With a brutal, ground-shaking r

Speaking to Leya, she spoke not like a woman of heart, but a woman of steel. "Tonight we stole his wealth. Tomorrow, his shame will be ours. And in good time, we'll demonstrate to the world what Samuel Blackwood can do." The sisters lay still in thickening, darkening silence. Out of anger and loss, between them, they created something new: purpose. And far away, in his glass and stone citadel, Samuel sat in darkness, a monarch over concealed wolves. The Black Ledger was. And it was only the beginning.

We stood together and we were not Alpha and Omega divided by tradition because we were dual forces that were bound and unbroken and unrelenting, and the night air shivered around us and the blood moon glowed deep red above and the forest seemed to exhale as it acknowledged the balance that had shifted. Darius crawled backward and he was defeated in body but he was not broken in will because he had been waiting for this moment for too long and he would not let it go easily. “You will not survive what is coming and the wolves who follow you will not survive because the power that you have awakened will not save you and the bond that you have forged will not protect you and the wolves who have

a shaky voice spoke up from the back of the room. I turned my head. A very old, frail archivist stepped forward, trembling slightly under my intense gaze. "The Blackwood line has existed for centuries, my King," the old man stammered, clutching a stack of notes to his chest. "Long before the Eastern Kingdom outlawed blood magic, your ancestors fought against it. There are rumors of an ancient text. A grimoire written by the first Northern healers. It contains a specific, highly concentrated ritual designed to sever a parasitic tether by suppressing the host's magic instantly, without harming the victim."

king Crowell commanded as his guards tried to encroach my space, the guards tried to outsmart me by trying to attack at the same time, and it almost worked out for them but they were no match for a sorcerer of my caliber, as four of the guards tried to get closer to me, I lifted my head to the sky and spoke inaudibly as I chanted my spells repeatedly “Renderli sordi…. Renderli sordi… Renderli sordi…” I continued The guards began to fall to their knees as they felt the wrath of my spells, they felt a sharp pain through their temples as none of them could stand up straight again, this excruciating pain tormented them even more as time went on, I have exceeded the boundaries now, I had to, it w

I wanted to let my imagination fly and think one of the books was a key to a secret escape route. Matteo was sitting on the couch. He wore a light linen suit and an unbuttoned shirt inside. Next to him sat a man with black hair—very handsome and a lot older than Matteo. A typical Italian, I thought. His short hair, a perfect combination of black and graying hair was combed and slicked back complemented with a well-groomed mustache. Upon noticing my presence, they both jumped to their feet. The first look I got from the dark lord was a death glare.

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.