Overlord Crossover Novels & Stories

She heard him scream in his mother tongue in a way she feared they might be heard if it were not for the best acoustic designs of the rooms. When he entered, she was filled. She had heard melted as a term for response. This was a different kind of melting. He melted into her even as his hardness drove her to madness. His essence spread through her like warmth curing a winter body of its coldness. When she came, it was not merely an orgasm. That was for mortals. This was the moment of recreation of super beings capable of handling multiplicity of erotic sweetness. It was like a burst of a particle into a universe that only gods could know. ***

Prof Heather said and started to discuss her first lesson. "For today's lesson we will talk about the four kingdoms of the underworld. The first one is Witherian Valley, The kingdom of witches and warlocks. They rule for 400 years in that valley. They make potions, spell and battle weapons. The ruler of that kingdom is King Edison and Queen Venice princess anica and prince harley's parents. The second one is Prawlian Valley the kingdom of the wolf pack. They rule that valley for 500 years until now. They have the most powerful warriors in the realm. The kingdom was ruled by their Alpha Jake Nickolaidas. Prince Pierce's Father. The third one is Crimson Valley. The kingdom of the Vampires. The

*sigh* "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." a/n: what I meant with the seed 'taking hold' is in the case of what happened in the cemetery in the 4th book of the series in accord with my theory, where Tom, already in his new body and with Larry's blood in him, touched the scar, weakening the protection and allowing the 'seed' to bypass part of Larry's mother protection. It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. ---------------

“This was a coordinated assault on every deity across the globe. Putting the Aztec death goddess in the Goddess’s Realm wasn’t random. They expect us to try and take it back. She may be powerful, but I doubt she’s the only one guarding it.” “She’s right,” King Oberon of the Seelie Court agrees. “We’ll need a distraction. A real attack somewhere else to split their focus.” “And we have to go after the Riding Hoods,” I add. “The Red One—my mother—is out there somewhere. If we ignore her, she’ll lead them right to us.” Nora nods. “She’s right.” “Three teams, then,” Zak says. “One for the Goddess’s Realm. One for the distraction. One for Ios—to finish the Riding Hoods.”

When I noticed that he was too strong and I could not get him to release me just by asking him to, I knocked him out and escaped before he could get up. The whole place was deserted, typical of a place where a war was going on. I have read and heard stories about wars, and although I had experienced a few, where Alpha kings showed up at territories to dominate them, but this was the first time I would experience this kind of war. The emptiness and the solemn look all over the place contributed a great deal to soiling my mood which was already a mess. I swallowed the lump in my throat before I rushed towards the palace where the war was presumingly going on.

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."

I drop the last ladder as my boots land on the floor. I find dry land and put him there. “I can't fight what I am,” he whispers. “I can't.” A tear slips down his cheek. He looks immaculate even with our present situation. The scent intensifies again, but now it's thick, sweet, and heavy. Above us, the hounds start barking, the Omega heat has peaked, and boots slam against the pavement. Voices shout commands out to the hounds. They are genetically engineered wolves bred by the academy, creatures that can smell a drop of blood.

(Elijah) Although her voice were calm and had a tinged of caring in it, only Mies knew that she were actually angry at him. “[…..We found the Lich, the threat of the Lich has been neutralized…but another thing rise up…We encounter another Overlord in this place…Overlord of the Underwater, Chutullusia…wait, I’ll send a photo of it…there do you got it?…]..”. (President Mies)

Soon, the doors opened again and a deadly feel hit the atmosphere. Flapping noises reached the ears of the men that were seated and they all turned their heads toward the entrance. With discomfort etched in their soul, they watched a tall figure walk past the door. His cloak was deep red and it was decorated with the repetitive pattern of blood droplets. And in his hold was a hand fan that had a skull tip. The Overlord walked in with pride in his steps and nothingness in his pure white eyes. As his graceful steps ended at the head of the table which was purposefully missing a chair, the vampire announced his presence.

Because in the span of ten minutes, the courtyard had filled with the same people who had survived the previous wars and were tied to Obscura. The wolves. The vampires. The witches and wizards. The dragon. The hybrid weapon that the Interregnum had once tried to control. Old alliances had just returned to the battlefield. And somewhere beyond the mountains surrounding the university, their families and former leaders were marching toward us with an army. The real war was about to begin. The courtyard didn’t stay quiet for long after the arrivals. Word traveled quickly when people like Caelum Hawthorne and Lucien Nerezza walked through Obscura’s gates, and within minutes, the central training