I Am Overlord Novels & Stories

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

Their actions were steeped in a deep appreciation for life and relationships, values that took precedence over material gains. Amma finally found her voice, her words tinged with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. Then, her gaze returned to her daughter, who was slowly awakening from the ordeal. Rithanya's eyes opened, revealing confusion and a touch of disorientation. Amma's heart clenched as she tried to gauge the impact of the attack on her daughter's consciousness.

Core data had been sold to the enemy. Richard remained standing at the head of the table, his face an icy mask. Inside, fury burned hot, but he refused to let it show. He had built LTM from the ground up with Cheng, turning it into one of the most innovative automobile giants in the industry. Betrayal was not something he tolerated lightly. “Someone in this room has betrayed me,” Richard said, his voice low and dangerously calm. “This isn’t the first time. The last man who tried something similar didn’t live to see the end of the week.”

Ian forced a smile, praying that the customs officers could hurry up with the checks. Then, a familiar, icy voice rang out. "So that's where you're hiding."

It was wonderful to watch, her voice cracked sounding like dry cinder when she saw I wasn't going to give in. She pointed a trembling finger at my bare chest, her eyes wide and bloodshot. “The highest commander is a traitor! He's hiding a ‘null’ omega who belongs to the state! Arrest him!” I looked at the cameras, and at the soldiers who were struggling to stand due to my scent. Then I laughed out loud. It was a cold, terrifying sound that made even the seasoned squad leader take a step back. “I'm habouring my mate,” I said.

“David, how daring of you! How dare you call the Overlords by their first names. You must be tired of living. Don’t drag me down if you want to die. I never said that an Overlord was supporting me. Using the Overlords’ names is a capital crime. Everyone knows that the five Overlords have not been involved in world affairs for many years. They will only appear when Leila is in crisis or there is serious internal strife. If you want to harm me, you should at least come up with a believable idea!” Ambrose yelled at David.

A sinister laugh cut through the stillness like a knife, ripping me out of my grief. “Well, isn’t this a touching scene?” The voice dripped with malice, mocking the sorrow that weighed so heavily on my chest. I looked up, my eyes burning with unshed tears, to see *him*—the Overlord. His eyes gleamed with a dark, cruel amusement, his Gammas standing tall behind him, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. He took a step forward, sneering down at me, his voice a low, taunting drawl. “You failed, little Luna,” he said, his laughter rising, echoing through the battlefield. “You couldn’t even save him. And now look at you... broken, helpless. Just like the rest of your pack will be.”

His tongued lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He turned on his heels and exited the room. Not without handing his Glock to the guard who did a double take at the now dead body hanging from the chain. If Marcelli wouldn’t bend the rules, he would. With that thought echoing in his mind, he walked out of GREZZO’s doors. Later, he requested to know his Mark’s name. Leon. Leon Wyder, they’d told him. The names. They were his trophies. ******************************

“Isn’t it, overlord?” I leaned next to his ear and whispered, feeling my voice become hoarse, “give me one reason I shouldn’t forcefully make my way to your mind and read you dirty secrets, Zahir.” Zahir clenched his jaws and I could hear him grit his teeth. “Overlord? Is luna telling the truth?” Hikari asked, getting on his feet. He still could not believe that his overlord could do something wrong. That was too strong of a trust for someone he wasn’t even emotionally connected to.

Victor nodded. "Alright!" Windfall instantly charged out, the ground shaking from his movements. "Tell me, who did you contact, and how powerful are they?" "He's very powerful, my lord. His name is Olaf. He controls a camp of over ten thousand people. I'm not sure how strong he is exactly, but he has many subordinates. He said he would bring some men over to kill you today. My lord, I didn't take the initiative to contact him. He threatened me with my family's lives, so I had no choice but to tell him about you," Malcolm vehemently defended himself.