Overlord Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

ARC 5: SENSORY OVERLORD (pun intended) WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, non-consensual sensory manipulation, mind-breaking psychological domination, public use and humiliation, forced orgasms. All set in a superpowered world. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint and destructive power fantasies. ---- Mark Crowe's POV I didn’t hate my life. Hate was too small a word,it was too simple

He’d failed but not for long because he’d make sure she watched the agonizing death of her hybrid pup. Once they crossed the tiny shield, Olanz closed the portal that separated the Human world from all Werewolves and other races behind him. He was now at another crossroad, he knew no one here and now wasn't the time to search for Tamara’s family as that was the initial aim. Speeding off to the only direction he knew, he sensed they were followed even before he was ordered by his pursuers through the mind-link to stop which he didn’t rather he doubled his speed. He was a wolf with an Alpha blood, that made him an alpha by right and Alphas never submitted to wolves of lesser ranks. He mind-li

I noticed he had a scar on his right ear and one of the nails of his fingers was missing as I drooled over him. Suddenly the dimmed light brightened and I could not hold back my mumbling words of surprise. By the heavens, the Overlord was gorgeous. His aristocratic look obviously came from a Greek bloodline. I had to clench my thighs as I sat up. It was like lust zapped through me. “Miss Elise! It is a pleasure to meet you!" Carl looked at the demigoddess in front of him and groaned, his wolf howled in victory as he caught my scent.

They had been through a lot within the past month. Ophelia closed her eyes in their sockets, elated that it was all over at last. From Catidy to sailing through the seven treacherous seas, getting past were-cannibals, the sea gods, the ice dragon, and the war in the South. Losing her hair and almost having Cameron dead. The fake cheating scandal and their separation, Cameron wanted to take another wife, then find out the truth. Only to know that he wasn't Finlay but an Impostor.

She was too weak not to. Their destination wasn’t very far and she could hear shouts of joy as they entered the new pack. Olivia looked at their faces, they were genuinely happy because they didn’t know how it was, being on those fields. They stopped moving in the middle of the street and the shouts died down. “We have gone to war and as usual, we have conquered the enemy!” There was something about the voice that spoke but Olivia didn’t bother to look up. Another loud chant broke out. “We have brought back trophies, slaves from our conquest and they would be ours. Use them to your own free will!”

The Overlord snarled, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate as his mate faltered, her energy waning. “Now,” Raphael’s voice growled through our shared mind, and we both knew what had to be done. With a feral snarl, we launched ourselves at them, claws outstretched. This time, we aimed not just for the Overlord, but for his mate—the source of his strength. We tore into her side with all the power we could muster, our claws ripping through her corrupted flesh. She screamed, her form unraveling, the dark magic that bound them together collapsing.

“I’m not just a vampire…I’m part warlock.” “Oh shit!” Kat muttered. That was a very dangerous combination, no wonder he was an Overlord in the city. The power he would have at his disposal was more than a match for hers. She bit her lip and looked out the window. He raised the hand from her thigh and grabbed her chin turning her face back towards him. “Don’t fear me.” He said in a deep seductive tone. “I don’t.” Kat said as she met his eyes calm and unafraid.

It was easier that way. As I turned to leave, Patrick slammed his forehead against the ground, again and again, until blood oozed from the injury. "Oliver, I'm in the wrong! Please, save me. Sell the bracelet, and pay off my debt. I'll be your servant, your slave, whatever you want! If I can't repay the loan, they'll kill me! I'm begging you!" I kicked him to the floor with contempt. "Patrick, don't you get it? In our previous life, you took my life. In this one, now that I've been reborn, I'm here to make you pay."

We stood together and we were not Alpha and Omega divided by tradition because we were dual forces that were bound and unbroken and unrelenting, and the night air shivered around us and the blood moon glowed deep red above and the forest seemed to exhale as it acknowledged the balance that had shifted. Darius crawled backward and he was defeated in body but he was not broken in will because he had been waiting for this moment for too long and he would not let it go easily. “You will not survive what is coming and the wolves who follow you will not survive because the power that you have awakened will not save you and the bond that you have forged will not protect you and the wolves who have