Overlord Battle Maids Novels & Stories

The battlefield was a bloody, chaotic nightmare. The night was filled with screams as the rebels gave it their all in battle, but Oliver's forces were unrelenting and mercilessly defeated us. My muscles ached from the never ending battle, and I was breathing in ragged breaths, but there was no time to pause. Another life was lost with every second that passed. Maia was down. Across the field, I saw her fall, hitting the ground with a horrible crack. As I surged at her, avoiding an enemy's claws at the last second, my stomach knotted in terror.

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.

To any sensible person or living creature, the sound of the name of the Overlord was enough to give nightmares. No one dared challenge the greatest warrior both politically, physically and financially. And even otherwise! But then, I was not normal. “Where are we?” I asked the maid, who led me through a maze of winding passages. One could definitely get lost here, I mused as the maid walked on briskly without a word dropping from her lips. "We are here, Miss Hatherleigh!” The maid announced with a bow as we got to an ornately carved oak door.

She sat hunched on the floor, and most of the maids in the laundry room were around her trying to cheer her up. “Do you know what has happened?” I whispered to Tara, as I squeezed my dress tightly. I wasn't used to doing laundry, but I tried to observe the rest of the girls and mimic their actions. “Well, all those girls have been on personal duty,” Tara replied conspiratorially. “For who?” I asked curiously. It wasn't unusual for the maids to lament about whoever they had on personal duty. Like I knew the wife of Duke Ferrah, had a thing for spluriging on cakes and throwing them up for her personal maids to clean.

She is so beautiful it makes her envious. “Hey!” a voice shouts. She looks behind her shoulder at a werewolf standing tall. A gun is in his hand as he growls towards her, “Curfew is in ten minutes. Move it!” He says and aims his gun towards her. The boarding school she lives in is quite strict, all of the students have to follow all the rules and regulations. Walking away from him, she believes that if she was older or maybe a male she wouldn’t have gotten a warning. She would have gotten beat. But since she is a little girl and cannot reply to them, she prefers to remain silent. Wolves are vicious beasts, but they don’t pick on the weak. They are surely against humans but only those who are

As the assistant head maid, she kept giving them different kinds of hard chores. Eve who was still preparing the tea did not even talk, not to talk of interfering, but she was a bit angry that Helen was about to flog a maid even though all of them are equal, whether the head or normal maid, they're just maids to her. Helen raised the rod up and hit her hard on her back, making the girl cry in pain. Liz tried to wriggle out of the maids grip, but they were too strong on her. Hearing the sound of her cry after the second hit, Eve dropped the kettle and looked towards their side. She did not want to step in, but she couldn't lie to the fact that she doesn't want the girl to get beaten by Helen.

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

"Your uniforms. You'll get three rotate them for laundry. Mrs. Chen is super strict about appearance, so make sure everything is always pressed and perfect." Aria unzipped the bag and pulled out the uniform. Classic maid attire black dress with white trim, modest neckline, hem that hit just below the knee. Professional. Anonymous. Exactly what she needed. She changed quickly while Lucy kept up her commentary. "So the main thing you need to know is that there are like, unofficial rules on top of the official ones. Like, never go to the third floor unless Mr. Blackwood specifically asks for you that's his private space and he's really weird about it. And don't let James catch you breaking any

Johnson's dress. "You worthless filth! Can't you even handle a bowl properly?" Mrs. Jane seethed, her rage escalating. "It seems you're in dire need of a good beating. Don't think for a moment that I won't kick you to death!" Her relentless assault on my defenseless body began, her kicks mercilessly raining down upon me. Trembling and quivering, I continued to mutter apologies, but Mrs. Jane paid no heed to my pleas. Her friends, cruelly amused by the spectacle, joined in with laughter, their mocking voices adding to my anguish. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes, allowing silent tears to stream down my face.