Laurent Unicorn Overlord Novels & Stories

"THE HARMONIC SURGE OF THE CELESTIAL HEIR DISTURBED THE ETERNAL SILENCE OF THE TRENCH... THE SURFACE WORLD SHALL BE DROWNED IN ABYSSAL ICE!" The titan opened its gargantuan maw, and a localized ocean current—compressed to three hundred thousand pounds per square inch—shot out like a hyper-pressurized laser cannon, aimed directly at the imperial family! "Dominic!" Clara called out, her white-gold frost-fire flaring to its absolute zenith. "I see it!" Dominic roared! Dominic brought his runic obsidian blade around in a brutal, two-handed horizontal arc! "Absolution Void: Ocean-Tear!"

Every mocking remark that spread through the crowd like it had been waiting for this moment. And it irritated me. Not because they were wrong. But because they were laughing at her. At my Luna. Which meant, whether they realized it or not - they were laughing at me. I was already considering ending it. Finding a way to pull her out of this without making it worse, without giving Roderick the satisfaction of seeing her completely humiliated. Then she spoke. “I’m just an omega… anyone expecting me to keep up with the Lycan King is being stupid.”

“I agree Liam. I don’t see the point either. Ian knows only because Leo was such an asshole when he first came but seeing how happy Leo is now, it’s irrelevant. Did he seem content?” “He did but he wanted me to ask the all-knowing Luna”. He adds a sarcastic bow at the end. I try to kick his knee but miss and almost eat shit. “Baby, oh my goddess. Our child seriously cannot inherit your warrior skills or balance because we will be screwed. They can however inherit your good looks”. I giggle, “you’re lucky you’re such a good kisser Liam”.

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

Richard answered the phone politely. "Hey, there might be something I need your help with." "Please go ahead, Dr. Truman. I'll do my best. However, I may not be able to deal with Dominic," Richard replied helplessly. It was beyond his capability. They would only have a chance if they had enough evidence to ask one of Aurelia's four divine generals for help. Aurelia was renowned for its technological and martial prowess, particularly its four divine generals—Cobalt Dragon, Vermilion Phoenix, Obsidian Gryphon, and Ivory Unicorn.

That had to be Luna Laurel. At Regal’s right sat his Beta—broad-shouldered, arms crossed, a visible scar running from his temple to his jaw. The rest were elders, each with eyes that flickered like dying embers. The room was heavy with authority, and every move we made was being measured. Ryan inclined his head respectfully. “Alpha Regal. Luna Laurel. Council elders. Thank you for receiving us.” Regal’s gaze moved over Ryan, then to Trevor, and finally to me.

The legionnaires, including Eunice, struck the drums with all their strength, shouting Ashton's name and rallying behind him. Their momentum surged, while Cassian's side fell into silence. "Ashton!" Cassian suddenly steadied himself in midair. White lightning and flame crackled around his body as killing intent raged in his eyes. He glanced at his torn clothing, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spoke in a cold voice. "You've truly angered me." He drew a deep breath as his bloodline surged. The power of the Overlord Physique erupted completely, and layers of white radiance spread across his body as his aura rose to another level. Like a furious beast, he lunged toward Ashton.

The sound was sharp, cutting through the air. “Tech guy?” he repeated mockingly. His gaze, cold and detached, bored into me. “That’s no tech guy, Miss Wilde.” The formal way he addressed me, as if we hadn’t once been closer, made my chest ache in a way I didn’t expect. “That’s Étienne Laurent,” Lucas continued, his tone detached. “The only son of Amelia Laurent and heir to the Laurent French Empire.”

"They're planning one final assault. Everything they have left, all focused on one target." "Crescent Moon." "You specifically. They've concluded that without you holding the reformed alliance together, the movement collapses. Without Luna's mother defending her, capturing or killing Luna becomes possible." Judge Cross's expression was grim. "They're coming here with everything they have. Five hundred fighters, enhanced weapons, and something they're calling 'the Dawn Breaker.'" "The Dawn Breaker?" "We don't know exactly what it is. Intercepted communications suggest it's a weapon designed specifically to counter Luna's abilities. Some kind of magical nullifier that targets Daughter powers."

"Now, open your eyes and launch an attack” My eyes snapped open, my hands summoning all the energy that had relaxed. Power surged through me, wind roaring across the field. Stones lifted into the air, sands forming into a storm. Trees bent, cracking at the same time. Everyone's face was blown by the wind, their hands moving to cover their faces from harm. The power was acting beyond control. “Stop Luna. Find a way to pull it back” The healer roared, but I could only hear him faintly.