Fanfic Overlord の小説・ストーリー

"You think this is your room? You think those silk sheets belong to you?" She stopped right in front of me, entirely invading my space. She was taller than me, staring down her perfect nose with absolute, sickening superiority. "Let me tell you a little secret about Warlords, little Omega," Selene whispered, her eyes flashing with cruelty. "They are beasts. They get bored. When Cillian came to my bed last night, he was so exhausted. He complained to me for an hour about the whiny, feral little Silvermoon rat he had to lock in a tower just to keep the castle smelling clean."

That was the speech they gave at orientation every year. The reality was simpler. Fifty years ago, vampires won the war. Not by a little — by a lot. They had powers we couldn't match -- lifespans that outlasted all shifters, and superpowers that let one vampire warrior easily defeat many shifter warriors. When the shifter packs finally gathered together and begged for a truce, the vampires' price was simple: we submit. One vampire lord rules all. In exchange, we live. Damon's grandfather had made that deal. His father enforced it now. And Damon would inherit all of it.

“We will find them. And we will show them that a hybrid queen and an alpha king are a force that cannot be broken. Not by magic, and not by lies. Kaelen has already begun the preparations for a war council.” As they walked back toward the palace together, the sun began to set, painting the obsidian walls in shades of gold and violet. The echoes of the past were still there, whispering in the shadows, but the air felt clearer. The snake was gone, and the bridge between worlds was finally beginning to hold.

~Nicole~ “So let me get this straight,” Lulu said, flopping face-first on my bed. “She asked if you… summoned something?” “Exactly.” I dragged a hand down my face. “I still don’t know what any of this means.” “Why?” I stared at her. “You? Asking why? Lulu, I’m an Omega. I can’t even summon my fucking wolf…how am I summoning supernatural disasters? Something’s not adding up.” I bit my finger hard.

A breathless Casey hissed while taking intermittent pauses to regain her breath, "What's wrong with you, Owen? When I say you can't go that means you can't go!" This unnerved Owen and he stomped his foot and stepped down. With his towering figure getting close to Casey, Owen grabbed her shoulders and spat over her face, "Stop it! You are my mate not my master! I am bound to obey just one person and that's the Lycan King!" Casey pushed his hands scrunching her shoulders and retorted, "Exactly! You are meant to obey the Lycan King Gian. Lucas isn't the Lycan King! He is nobody! Why do you keep tailing him all the time!"

Xander's POV "Welcome back, my son!" The dark lord, my father cheered. "W-where? How? Why?" I stammered. I had so many questions I don't even know where to start. I cleared my throat before continuing. "First and foremost, I want, no, I need you to stop the war right this instant. Lilan, my girlfriend, is fighting in that war right at this moment." I said. "Wait, wait. Lilan? You don't mean Her highness princess, well now Queen Olivia Lilan Wind, right?" He said seemingly confused. "Yes, that's her," I confirmed.

I said in a chilly voice that I could see clearly affected her “Then what are you waiting for?” Gone was the softness in her voice from earlier. Now it was hoarse with screaming and laced with hatred as she spoke. “What’s the use fighting against them? Eventually they’ll let go of you on my command and I’ll do with you as I please. I have chosen you to bear me a child and that’s what you will do omega.” There were many things that I had been expecting as a response from the girl before me. A snarky remark, something along the lines of the Goddess forbidding, more screaming?

ARC 5: SENSORY OVERLORD (pun intended) WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, non-consensual sensory manipulation, mind-breaking psychological domination, public use and humiliation, forced orgasms. All set in a superpowered world. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint and destructive power fantasies. ---- Mark Crowe's POV I didn’t hate my life. Hate was too small a word,it was too simple

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.