Overlord Black Scripture Mga Nobela at Kwento

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

~ROTIP~ Eight years ago, I raided the devil’s den to search for the mystical scripture of the Dordon Wizard. The prophecy mentioned that the Dordon scripture contained instructions on how to break all evil magical powers. However, when I laid my hands on the book, I could not understand the language. It was written in some codes, strange names, and alphabets I had never seen in my life. I accidentally flipped to the last page of the scripture, then became able to read the short note attached at the ending. It said ‘Code of Sacred Bloods’ meaning that the codes could only be read by the sacred bloods; the bloodline of the pure soul mystical white sorceress who the prophecy called ‘The Lost Az

My expression was grim, as my eyes blazed with determination. "The scroll contains the one thing Belzebub doesn't have," Gabriel quietly said. "The heavenly scriptures, the divine message of God, and the good news of the gospels. These are the weapons we need to defeat him." With a swift motion, the scroll unraveled, revealing the scriptures in a language that seemed almost divine. Our combined form stood ready, our body glowing with a fierce determination. The battle against Belzebub, the Prime Prince of demons, was about to begin.

“David, how daring of you! How dare you call the Overlords by their first names. You must be tired of living. Don’t drag me down if you want to die. I never said that an Overlord was supporting me. Using the Overlords’ names is a capital crime. Everyone knows that the five Overlords have not been involved in world affairs for many years. They will only appear when Leila is in crisis or there is serious internal strife. If you want to harm me, you should at least come up with a believable idea!” Ambrose yelled at David.

midwife now holding a limp pale baby in her arms her face filled with sadness signaling that the baby had passed on, the midwife then walked across the room to clean up the baby before placing it in the beta’s arms "No please, please my baby” the beta yelled," My baby can't die". Hearing the distressed voice of his mate alpha Philip barged into the room and immediately rushed to his mate's side who was now holding the limp baby in her arms crying out in pain "Please moon goddess save my baby. Please save my child" she cried out while looking at her baby "Please" she cried out her heart completely broken. Suddenly she felt movement in her arms at first she thought it was a hallucination but

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

The burning chains around my heart returned again but I dropped my phone face down on the conference table and focused on a Spanish overlord informing me about their latest operations. "I'm looking for an overlord named Black. He's provoked me time and again, it's high time I deal him the necessary punishment for daring to go against me." I brought up the news in the conference. Every man present here was the highest overlord in their respective countries, but the name Black seemed to turn their bloods cold and their faces pale. My eyes narrowed. "Juan, your reaction makes me think of a man on the slaughter table. What do you know about this person named Black?"

I stiffened at his words, sensing his own conflicted feelings about his kind. I’d learned he was a half-breed. Instead of asking what he was mixed with, I asked him to clarify what he meant by the old rules. “The old rules were developed during the First Apex War,” he said, his tone threaded with both reverence and sorrow. “That war wasn’t just about the Outcast clan. It was the first and only war where Blackcroft lost more trained Apex than in any other conflict. Most of the dead… were demons. Skilled, rising, disciplined. Since then, demons who are Called to Blackcroft are treated as outcasts in their own realm. Mortals? They are treated far worse.”

His eyes swept over me once as I approached, finding me wanting as always before his gaze shifted away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at me for too long. The Elder performing the ceremony cleared his throat. “We are gathered here under the full moon to witness the binding of Alpha Zane Blackthorne and Omega Tiana—” “Let’s skip the formalities,” Zane interrupted, his voice cutting through the Elder’s rehearsed speech. “Get to the vows.” A ripple of shocked whispers ran through the crowd. Even for an arranged marriage, this level of disrespect was unprecedented. The Elder’s face reddened, but he nodded. “Very well. Alpha Zane, do you take this woman as your mate and Luna?”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.