Novel Overlord Novels & Stories

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

Andrius knew that he could not escape and summoned his Linebreaker Overlord. As the spear moved, heavenly fire ignited. The immortal essence in his body had burned to its limit. “Overlord’s Return!” With each sweep and thrust of his spear, countless lights exploded. The Linebreaker Overlord glowed with immense power, clashing with the eight Sentinels’ attacks and causing explosions to ring out. In just a few seconds, the area was filled with various explosions. Each wave was stronger than the last—the result of their continuous exchange of attacks and immortal essence collisions.

But he, of course, wasn’t the one that birthed him. Even if he had been a woman, he wouldn't have birthed Alarick. Because the Warlord had to be on field, he also couldn’t afford to be hurt or die easily. It could be the death of their empire. So their family came from a legacy of children born by frost giants from a warlord’s blood. If the child was born a woman, the giants took her away. If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord.

It collided with Gideon's handprint, both exploding into nothingness. Alberto, narrowly escaping death, was overjoyed. He turned his gaze forward and saw the ocean split apart. A white-haired elder slowly walked out. Seeing him, Alberto clung to hope like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "Overlord! Overlord, you're here! The heavens haven't abandoned me after all! Overlord, save me!" Alberto screamed hysterically. The white-haired elder, known as Overlord, snorted coldly and barked, "You disgraceful fool! Apologize!"

“Nala is going to be pregnant again. She said it was sexy as hell.” Jared laughs his real laugh, Darrick claps at the sound. “Alpha, Luna, The Sons of Hellfire are claiming responsibility,” Tina comes in and hands me a message. “Bringing an end to the financial overlords who keep the commons poor is our goal. Harming innocents deters from it. However, if an overlord can not be humbled by professional attacks, they leave us no choice but to get personal. Overlord Laine was once on of us, but now he has become the protector of those who would keep his family oppressed. He can no longer claim to immune to our wrath. We sent agents to uncover his professional secrets. He had those agents arreste

Lina is the perfect warrior. Their fight is intense; I see Nicollas hesitating in his attacks against Lina. He tries to dominate her, trying to talk to her at every opportunity, but she strikes him without mercy. Perfect! I fill my chest with expectations, my whole body vibrates with euphoria. Now Nicollas is covered in blood, likely with most of his bones broken, and Lina holds a sword, aiming at his heart. I stand up from the chair, savoring the most beautiful scene of all. As soon as Lina raises the sword, I follow the blade's gleam with my eyes...

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

The atmosphere was a polished mask of civility hiding the tension of two mafia empires forced into union. Arabelle wasn’t hungry. She pushed food around her plate, ignoring the stares and whispers directed at her, the bride forced into a kingdom she never wanted. A shrill, overly sweet voice from behind her. “Well, well… look at the new Mrs. Valerio.” Arabelle turned slowly. Standing there was Clarissa Salvatore, daughter of another powerful family. She was stunning, petty, and obnoxiously proud of her long history of trying and failing to get Dante’s attention.

"Do you think I'm going to be the first woman who has tried this? Do you think you're the first to come up with this kind of insane idea? All the others failed! You think you have such good luck that Julian Lake is suddenly going to take one look at me and decide that I'm The One? With the way you dream, you both need to be out there writing fantasy novels!" "That's enough, Isabella!" Mr Domitia thundered, slamming his fist hard on the table. "I will not tolerate you speaking to us that way!" I paused, gaping at him. Oops, I thought. I assumed that rudeness was expected, since Isabella is known to be a spoilt brat. Did I take it too far? Scratch that, I have every right to be shouting at the

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”