I Am Overlord Novels & Stories

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.

Liam's mind was swirling with questions, some of them regarding Leonardo's identity, some of them regarding the manuscript, and some of them regarding his grandfather, but he shoved his thoughts aside and continued reading. [Son, you must remember one thing. No matter how powerful you think you are, there is always someone out there better. The five-star general level is not the peak, but merely the beginning. A ranking more powerful than the five-star general level is the Overlord state, which is also known as the six-star general level. Aside from myself, there are only five other known six-star generals in the country. Among the five, two of them are the King himself, and his trusted aide

Then the door swings open. There he stands. Alejandro. Alpha. Overlord. Terrifying, yet magnetic. Power radiates off him in waves, raw and commanding. My instincts scream to bow, to shrink, to acknowledge his dominance without question. But something in his eyes, a quiet intelligence, a gentleness hidden beneath the storm-gray intensity,mtells me to breathe.

"He is under close watch in the manor, so I doubt he will cause much trouble." "He is right here in the manor?" Zara didn't know why she felt slight fear creep up her spine at the mention of the Overlord. Perhaps, the crazy incident she had with the rogue vampires still had an effect on her. Zoey who had his palms intensely caressing the breadth of her back noticed her frown. "Is something the matter, Zaramanni? Is there something I should know about the Overlord?" "No." She shook her head. "Hearing that title just irks me greatly."

Feeling so many eyes on her Mingyo suddenly felt heated, as her cheeks turned red. But soon she shrugged it, replying, "Orlee and Kaal are of a different level than ours. Even if fought against them all together, even with a single one, we are bound to be defeated. Orlee has never shown us any of her powers, not even when she would fight with us. And for Kaal, we still don't know what those tentacles are."

"What are you talking about, you're going crazy... Fuck Lysa, I don't recognize you." "It's because you've never met me." "I love you... I know who you are, you're my beautiful Omega..." "I'm not, I don't want to be anymore. " I'm not, I don't want to be anymore. I am an Alpha. I stood erect, imposing, knowing the immense value I possessed and that had slept so long in me. He was silent, with the pallor of the living dead. I could tell what he was thinking. He hated the Alphas, he had worked a lifetime to destroy them, he was a hunter and saw me as a threat to all his great achievements. But that mattered little to me.

I have to tell him. "Come in." His husky voice answered. I opened the door, and he stood up from his desk when he saw He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the chest button undone, teasingly exposing a glimpse of his tan, chiseled chest. The tantalizing sight of inked masterpieces adorning his right arm and chest shattered my concentration in an instant. "What do you want?" His growl greeted me. I backed up a few steps. He is still Alpha, and the fact that I am Omega makes me unable to prevent that reaction.

Leo grinned, knowing that his offer hit me exactly where he wanted it to. “Speechless, darling ?” I nodded softly, almost like a robot. He lifted himself off the bed and came near to me. His body relaxing as It bent over, his face getting closer. His fingers gently massaged my cheeks. He whispered. “No matter what anyone tells you, do not forget, I am the OverLord of the Mafia. The one and the only boss. All of America is my turf. And when I want something, it's mine already. I… do… not lose.”

"When it comes down to it, true power isn't about the size of your forces—it's about the strength within. "I've spent a month on that island, healing and honing my skills, and I've finally broken through to the Martial Overlord realm! So, Quinto, do you still see me as an old man? Do you still think I lack courage?" Quinto was frozen, his lips quivering without a sound. Martial Overlord. Those two words said it all. The Cloud Tiger had achieved the unthinkable—the Martial Overlord realm. A single warrior with such spirit energy could command an army to rival the nations of the world.

I said, voice cold and clear, “and I have killed every man who dared to speak my name with venom in his mouth.” No one spoke. They dared not. They could see it. I was different. I didn't follow rules anymore. “I have buried the Vipers. Burned the Alessandros end their allies. Taken Pablo’s head from his shoulders. If any man here still believes I’m not worthy to rule, then stand. Speak.” Silence. Even the wind dared not move. I nodded once. “Then from this day forward, I claim the title none of you could hold. I am the Overlord. The chain ends here. The war ends here. There will be peace, my peace. And any man who threatens it will be erased. Family or not.”