Overlord Albedo Novels & Stories

Tessa wasn't sure what the Moon Goddess was thinking when she destined them as mates. "Okay, let's get started," Tessa spoke, pulling out a couple of files from the stack. "As we know, the Alpha and Beta of White Sand are due to visit from Arizona by the end of the week," she stated while opening the first folder. Tessa presented the Beta's photo first, displaying a young man with tanned skin and hazel eyes. His brown hair was styled with short sides and a long top, which added to his youthful appearance. "Alan Monroe has been the Beta of White Sand since his older brother took power six years ago. Alan was only seventeen. As the record states, he is highly skilled in combat training, much l

It might be too much to say that he could turn the situation around, but he could, at the very least, greatly increase the odds of winning rate. A real Overlord was more effective than dozens of partial Overlords in a battle between level 9 civilizations. If Elora knew that David had the soul power of an Overlord, there was a high probability that Elora would convince David to participate in the next battle to defend his homeland!

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!"

"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 did not like surprises, and if the Overlord had pulled another one, it could be catastrophic. The Overlord was using dark magic. Alisa had warned us. What he couldn’t make up with numbers, he compensated with ancient, foul sorcery. I gritted my teeth, my body tensing as I watched his soldiers. Even the wounded, even those missing limbs, stood firm, their black eyes glowing faintly with a terrible power. They were still formidable, still dangerous, and it was as though nothing short of death could stop them. I raised my sword high, rallying my Gammas.

“I did not choose to become your enemy. Circumstance made it so. And now… your awakening threatens the balance I’ve maintained for centuries.” “Balance?” Ethan repeated, his voice bitter. “You call murdering innocent creatures balance?” “I call it survival,” the Overlord said calmly. “Centuries ago, I created order. Without it, your world would have already fallen. And now… you carry the blood of two worlds—human and Alpha King. That makes you… unpredictable. Dangerous. And necessary.” Ethan’s mind raced. The Overlord had created monsters, yes—but he had also maintained a twisted peace. The very creatures Ethan had learned to command had been his doing, indirectly. The Overlord’s plan had al