Overlord Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

"She wouldn't have wanted this." Something shifted behind the mask. "She wanted me," he said. "The Goddess took her. I am taking her back." "Through me." "You are her," he said simply. "Her blood. Her face. Her power. The Goddess gave her a second chance and I am—" "I am not her," I said. "I am Remi Olandria Cross from Riverside Pack and I crashed a wedding and accidentally killed someone and got dragged into a marriage and fell in love with a man I was supposed to hate." I looked at him. "That's who I am. Not your second chance. Not your ritual. Me."

Yes, Orla has many fears; she is not like a normal wolf, but her parents have kept her in a cocoon, so she is unaware of all the power that she possesses. She must find it if she is to rule the world alongside me. In many ways, she is superior to me. All she needs to do is get to know them. That's why I didn't stop her but kept a close eye on her so I could save both of them if Dante did anything. We were overjoyed that we were finally officially together, but Dante had to ruin everything for us again. I realized what she wanted as she moved around with him and went to Sophia to free her, asking her not to make any noise.

If I wasn’t fast enough to act, he’d gladly take over, and when he did, it wasn’t pretty. The drive was a blur. In minutes, I arrived at the border. Chaos had taken over. The scent of blood and the clash of claws filled the air. My warriors fought ferociously, but the enemy, a pack of towering Lycans…was overwhelming. These weren’t from around here. I stepped out of the car and scanned the battlefield. Amid the chaos, I spotted Cross locked in a brutal fight with a Lycan whose crown glinted under the sunlight. Their leader.

The city blurred past Christopher's window in streaks of white and gold. Rain had begun falling again by the time his town car left the underground entrance of Ashford International, windshield wipers moving steadily across the glass, slicing through the heavy downpour as traffic crawled beneath the glittering towers of downtown. Christopher sat in the back seat with one hand resting heavily against the leather armrest, his other hand gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The same search results had been open for nearly twenty minutes: Can an Alpha become an Omega after secondary differentiation? He scrolled through the screen, his silver-grey eyes narrowing at the glowing

Pride, responsibility, loyalty, trust—it all balanced on the edge of the coming challenge. And then, a voice, distant yet clear, carried across the ridge. A deep, commanding growl that I had not heard before. Not an Omega, not one of ours. An Alpha. A rival. The forest went silent.

Something inside him snapped. His blood burned. Heat surged through his veins like liquid fire flooding his chest. His heart pounded so hard, each beat echoing in his skull. The world sharpened painfully sounds louder, smells overwhelming, colors bleeding into violent clarity. Ironclaw scents slammed into him all at once. Eyrix staggered, clutching his chest as the heat intensified, coiling low in his gut, ancient and furious. Memories that were not memories clawed at the edges of his mind—howls beneath a blood-red moon, power bending others to its will, a throne not carved of stone but fear.

Alexander answered. He put his hands on Caiden and made him look at him, “Listen to me carefully. The Overlord Council is looking for a reason to dethrone my father and promote an upcoming lord because my father is still from the older generation, and when he turned my father into a vampire, my father was impossible to manage and caused a lot of trouble. Then the two of them had me.”

Will said, his voice filled with defeat. But I refused to give up. "We have to keep going. Our unity is our strength." With the last of my energy, I channeled all my power into one final attack. Cassie and Celina followed suit, and together, we unleashed a torrent of light and love into the core of the Dark Overlord. In a blinding burst of light, the darkness began to recede, and the entity let out a final, agonizing scream. And then, it was gone. The Dark Overlord dissipated, leaving behind only pure, radiant energy.

Wearing a smirk, Aaron responded, “Remember, Olive, you are my captive. There’s no escaping me.” Aaron leaned in closer, seeking a kiss, and I surrendered. After all, I am the Lycan’s captive who became his lover… forever. ** ** Fin.

"I did after Noel was born. Neither of my other children is in-betweens. Zanny is hybrid, vampire/werewolf and Oliver is a werewolf. Noel is just like Sarin and me." "Zanny and Oliver? They are with Fallon then." "Yes, Fallon is my mate as Blair-Boo." "Not your reincarnated Belladonna?" "Right. Take a left and you'll see a field. Stop because it's on a cliff." Soon we had stopped on the edge of the cliff, "Are those elk?"