Overlord Albedo Fanart Novels & Stories

I never looked beneath the mask he was wearing. A Rogue Alpha was the most feared kind of leader in our world. They did not follow the laws of the packs. They were wild and dangerous. I wondered how someone so ruthless could ever seem so kind to me. I asked myself if his kindness was just another lie. Was it all an illusion to get close to me? I stood up slowly. I walked across the room toward the tall mirror that stood against the wall. The silver crown felt much heavier than it had during the ceremony. I reached up and lifted it from my head. I placed it carefully on the wooden dresser. For a long moment, I just stared at the metal.

“See? The Alpha King’s strength isn’t just power. It’s influence. It’s leadership. He doesn’t just command—it inspires.” --- The Heart of the Battle The Overlord, realizing his control slipping, unleashed his most devastating power yet—a crimson storm that tore through the sanctuary, shattering walls and sending debris flying. Ethan rose from the rubble, silver light intensifying. “I am the Alpha King!” he roared. “And I am never alone!” A wave of energy surged outward, purifying corrupted creatures and pushing back the Overlord’s storm. The Alpha Hunter leaped, massive claws striking through crimson tendrils of energy. Lucian struck from above, golden fire clashing with crimson, creating ex

“Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.” For the first time, my attention fully shifted to the female standing by his side. Just like her father, Lenora Mendalv was quite infamous in the worst ways possible. Her sharp cat eyes met mine firmly and the ethereal beauty she carried effortlessly was enough to make any mere mortal worship the grounds she walked on. With eyes darker than her heart and straight black hair to go with, she was tarted in a white mini ball gown that did well to accentuate her slender curves and blemish free skin. In many ways, her charms were lethal, which had easily earned her the reputation as the succubus of North Creekville. Her red clad lips inch

“Fucking nepotism gave him the role of Alpha, the same with Fenriz’s son.” I can’t help but laugh at his hatred of Creed and the Volkovs. “Ah, I forgot—You’re under the Euro Five so you would hate him. But trust me when I say, you’re better off having him as an ally than an enemy. Nepotism may have given him that role, but he’s turned it into his own. He’s no coward when it comes to dealing with enemies.” Matteo waves off my words with his hand. “Generational hatred is stronger than your words, Nero. The role of Alpha didn’t just get given to us, you know that. You had to earn your title with blood; all those with Italian blood do.”

In the photo, the man’s hand was scarred from battle, his fingers long and dominant as they held my pale wrist. But the focal point was undeniable: the black-gold signet ring on his thumb, carved with the roaring head of a wolf. The symbol of the Northern Overlord. I didn't block anyone. I posted it directly to my public feed. The caption was simple, brutal, and provocative: [This Alpha mate is much better. #Upgrade ]

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Xavier - POV I take my seat on the council, joining Nathan, the Alpha of the West, and Jordan, the Alpha of the East. I'm the Alpha of the North, and Francis, the former Alpha of the South known as Bluewood, is no longer in power. I feel a surge of satisfaction as my brother Kai begins to take the upper hand. The council enters the room, followed by Neon, who locks eyes with me, a flicker of hate visible in his gaze.

He unfolds several sheets of paper across the rocky ground. Alaric and I exchange looks. Without realizing it, we both step closer to see the contents of the paper. It is a map. A map of Neutral Territory bordering the Nightwhisper region. One area is circled in red; I’m not sure what it means. I have never seen that place on any kingdom map before. “If we want to destroy Alpha Garson, we need an army.” Dorian points toward the red circle before glancing at us. “Your uncle may have elite forces under his control. But he does not realize… some of his enemies survived.”

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."