Overlord Black Scripture Novels & Stories

Blood stained them, then he brought it out and smeared it on his forehead. "We the Vikings of Olav Mountains imbibe the spirit of the bear and call it forward to protect us," he declared "By the power of Odin and all the Norse gods, we match to victory!" "Victory!" Everyone cheered. And they started to come forward one by one to receive the mark of the blood smeared on their forehead. He had just smeared the blood on the last of them when a young teenage boy ran into the tent and yelled "Father, the Irish soldiers have come upon us!"

He raised his voice, steady and unwavering, echoing across the training ground. “The war is coming. This war… is one we cannot avoid. It is the war written in the Book of Prophecies. And whether you wish to fight or not, whether you feel ready or not, you will be involved. But remember this, no matter what happens you are Blackmoon. Blackmoon is eternal. We fight for the Moon Goddess. For our pack, and for every life we hold dear. And we will return victorious… as we always have.” The assembly erupted into chants and shouts. “FOR BLACKMOON! FOR BLACKMOON!” Echoed through the night, bouncing off the surrounding trees and walls of the Packhouse.

From the upper floor, the bishop's deep, powerful voice rang out, echoing in every corner of the villa: "For our struggle is not against Hamoud, but against the chieftains, against the authorities, against the rulers of this dark world, and against the spiritual forces of evil beneath the earth."

Olivia POV I paced around my room restlessly, my mind occupied with countless thoughts and different possibilities. “Black magic…” I soliloquized under my breath. Black magic was associated with Baalzelbul, the Evil God. I had read about it in ancient texts—records from the Dark Era, an age of endless bloodshed and unimaginable destruction. The catastrophe of that era was still spoken about today. Even centuries later, its horrors continued to haunt history, enough to give little children nightmares whenever the old stories were told.

Bollis asked Narvi when Sethlzaar was done. Narvi nodded. "Yes, your excellency." "And the words of the soldiers shouldn't be summed up to fear?" "Yes, your excellency." Looking to the Arch-bishop, Bollis confirmed she had nothing to say before turning to the king. "Your majesty." Criver cleared his throat. Apparently, words would grace the man's lips. "The unsouled are a blight the scriptures speak off, but not one to have ever walked this realm since its creation." He looked at Edavi whom he had exchanged words with during the presentation before giving them his attention again. "So you will forgive me if I would rather have proof than submit military might to the seminary."

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

The one that told in the sweetest way how Callisto - the king of the entire underworld and lower plane - fell madly in love with the purest being ever created. The story said many things about that love, but among them was a truth that would probably never be accepted by the faithful few left in the place where the mortal world had once been: it was not the Black King's fault that everything happened. It was God's. "Ma'am?" The maid called me again, and I forced myself to smile.

Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of Lycanthropy and Dark Arts." With utmost care, Rey and Lucius carried the book to a nearby table, their eyes filled with anticipation as they opened its pages. The text revealed the history and nature of Lycans, detailing their origins, abilities, and the curse that afflicted them. As they read, their knowledge expanded, shedding light on the connection between Lycans and the corruption plaguing their realm. They discovered that the Black Beast was a dark entity that thrived on chaos, capable of twisting the minds of Lycans and corrupting their instincts.

“Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.” The Overseer raised his palm, revealing a symbol etched into his flesh. It was intricate and arcane, with a star-like pattern at its center. The symbol glowed a sinister red, and the corpse convulsed violently. The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force.

A soft, whispering wind circled her, carrying voices—familiar and foreign, murmuring words she couldn’t understand. Then, a voice cut through the whispers. “You were always meant to return.” Olivia spun around. A figure stood before her, draped in black, their face obscured by a shifting veil of shadows. But their voice—it was familiar. It was hers. “I don’t understand,” Olivia whispered. The figure tilted its head. “You will.” The shadows around Olivia thickened, pressing against her skin. The abyss was alive, wrapping around her like a second soul. She gasped as images flashed through her mind—wolves bowing before her, the sky drenched in crimson, the world trembling under her power.