Fanfic Overlord Novels & Stories

Blackwood, took the throne. Anyone who opposed him was quickly "removed." Being an Omega was still better than being a rogue, I guess. Rogues had no home, no ties, and were hunted like criminals—even when they’d done nothing wrong. I sat on the porch, pulled out my mother’s old sewing kit, and began working on the fabric I’d bought. It was simple, but I wanted to feel beautiful—at least for tonight. ‘Layla, have you sensed anything lately?’ I asked my wolf quietly. I couldn’t shift, but she was still there, buried deep inside me. Without her, I don’t know how I’d survive.

It's always going to be Ivy That realization twisted something inside me Two Alphas -- Two powerful, dominant males. Both bending their will around one useless omega. I wish I'd killed her before he came What does she have that I don't? There is nothing extraordinary about her. No blazing beauty - non that I don't already have Yet Darius watches her like she's his entire history to in one person And this Alpha from Shadow Fang? He burns for her and it makes totally no sense. Unless it isn’t about her charm, unless it’s about what she carries. Or what she threatens.

Thinking his name had no effect on me at that moment, which clarified everything. My eyes rolled into my skull when Orlando plunged in without warning, claiming my body, this time without a barrier. He hoisted me onto the counter. With each thrust, his kiss deepened, consuming not just my body but my soul. I knew I had fallen for this man more deeply than I ever had for Brian.

He had to find that overseer and question him about whether he had given any substance to Logan, or if he noticed anyone else in the room. He walked out and met Darius on his way to the room. Before Darius could greet him, the healer cut him off. “Where is the overseer?” “Overseer of what?” Darius arched his brow, as he was a bit confused by the statement. “He called himself the overseer of omega affairs.” “Lancaster?” “I don't know. Get him for me. Bring him here immediately.” Darius narrowed his eyes. “Is there any problem?”

I replied, and gave her a small smile. That night, I sat at my desk, with a candle burning low beside me, and I wrote down everything I had learned. Names. Weaknesses. Fears. Lord Aldric: he is greedy. He likes to gamble. He owes money to the wrong people. Lady Vesper: she is ambitious. She wants power. She resents Felipe for not giving her more. Lord Caelan: He hates the king. He hates everyone. He could be turned if offered something better.

Councils must be managed, alliances strengthened, laws reformed. But within her, if ancient magic has fulfilled its purpose, grows something that transcends all those concerns – heir to my throne, yes, but more importantly, living embodiment of our bond. A miracle created from two wolves who found each other against all odds, all traditions, all expectations. Whatever challenges await, one thing remains absolutely certain – nothing in this world or beyond will threaten what we've created together. Not while I draw breath. Not while I reign as Lycan King. Not while she remains, now and forever, my mate, my queen, my heart.