Overlord Books Novels & Stories

A year later, one morning, as I unfolded the newspaper, my eyes were drawn to the boldest headline: [Sicellia's once most notorious crime boss, Don Ricc, had a deadly fallout with his lover, was stabbed multiple times, and despite desperate attempts to save him, was pronounced dead.] [The killer, Rosa, received a life sentence behind bars.]

We went our separate ways and snuck in through kitchens and was just about to open the door to head up the back stairs when a voice in the dark startled me. “A little late for a stroll don’t you think, Princess?” I whirled around to where the voice came from and Oliver stepped out from the shadows. “Are you spying on me now Oliver?” I accused him and he just chuckled. “Do you have what I want?” He asked, crossing the room with arms crossed, his light brown hazel eyes holding a slight orange glow to them. His predatory gaze made me feel uncomfortable. “I have a map of the mines,” I stated.

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

“It is like asking you what it is like being… pretty.” Chloe blushed and instinctively ran two fingers over her cheek. “I'm just curious,” she continued. “Okay, what are the differences you feel there are?” Harold stopped close to a wardrobe and fished out the timetable that he had neatly folded into his bag. “The differences I feel there are,” Harold repeated, not looking up from the map he was studying. “Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.”

“Someone was in here this morning, the guards say they saw someone here but as soon as they got closer the person escaped so they had to put the room in lockdown.” “Oliver is the only one with the room keys,” I murmured. Charles nodded. I turned back to look at the table, a cold shiver running through my spine. “Look there,” Charles said, pointing at the desk. I stepped closer and saw papers spread out. My stomach turned. Oliver had been making plans to overthrow me even before the attack. There were strange notes with secret messages…like a book. “I have seen Oliver reading a book like this once, it's the book of the old wolves right?” Charles asked.

Alessia's POV A big problem now landed all over Valeria. No, it won't just hit Valeria but all of Wysteria. What Stefano told me is that there is no more revolution. In the last war that took place several thousand years ago that was not followed and no one attempted to fight the blue bloods. Is it possible that war will break out again? But why didn't they expect it? Because if they expected it, I would have felt that during my stay here.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Orrin and Anja; together forever, and that’s just the way it is. The End! Thank you so much for embracing this series. It has meant a great deal to me that you took the Dalgaard’s into your heart. They have been by far my most favourite family to write about. As you know, there are five books in the series – Book 1: Alpha Verses Omerian – Lillian Dalgaard. Book 2: Romerian Alpha's Mate – Leander Dalgaard Book 3: The Romerian’s Unwanted Mate – Luther Dalgaard

Gideon studied Overlord with amusement, then asked, "And who are you? What makes you think you can plead for him?" Alberto quickly answered, "Gideon, this is Oriville's Overlord, Sigric Abery. He's the true ruler of Oriville!" "Oriville's Overlord?" Gideon's eyes narrowed slightly. The Wasteland of Dasovia was divided into four great regions—East, South, West, and North. Each region was dominated by powerful ancient clans. For example, in Oriville, the Crosby family and a few others reigned supreme.

I said, voice cold and clear, “and I have killed every man who dared to speak my name with venom in his mouth.” No one spoke. They dared not. They could see it. I was different. I didn't follow rules anymore. “I have buried the Vipers. Burned the Alessandros end their allies. Taken Pablo’s head from his shoulders. If any man here still believes I’m not worthy to rule, then stand. Speak.” Silence. Even the wind dared not move. I nodded once. “Then from this day forward, I claim the title none of you could hold. I am the Overlord. The chain ends here. The war ends here. There will be peace, my peace. And any man who threatens it will be erased. Family or not.”