Overlord Dark Elf Novels & Stories

"That's what I’m here to find out. The guy claimed these Shadows are tied to someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. You know him?" Lucifer’s eyes flickered with recognition. "Vlad Darkclaw? Of course, I know him." His voice grew colder. "He’s dangerous. Ruthless in the underworld. And that's me" Aiden folded his arms, meeting Lucifer’s gaze. "Then you know this isn't a coincidence. If I want to get to the Shadows, it looks like I'll need your help." Lucifer stared at him, considering his words. After a long moment, he finally said, "You’re playing a dangerous game, Aiden. But if you want to take this path... I’ll help you. For now."

He chuckled and asked where I'd heard that. "Faelon told me he has ljósálfar blood and Lucian carries dökkálfar blood," I mumbled sourly. "Well, princess one is of the light where the other is of the dark. I am dökkálfar or dark elf like I told you before and am Unseelie," he said with a grin. I furrowed my brow in complete confusion. "So the dark angel is of the light? Surely you jest," I huffed.

“I have already memorized the powerful incantations I need to summon the exiled clan!” Right. With my Clairvoyance, I’ve seen through his past and I know his ambitions. He’s always been envious of my mother and schemed many ways to snatch the throne from her. After she fled during the insurgence he and the dark Elf had stirred, he attempted many cunning ways to be assigned the throne. But there was a problem as mother was still alive. The dark Elf and his clan were the enemies of the Fae World who disputed with the rest of the Fae Folk to claim power over them all. They had to be purged for that insurgence that led to the Fae Folk’s separation from their closest friends, the Werewolves.

I did not like surprises, and if the Overlord had pulled another one, it could be catastrophic. The Overlord was using dark magic. Alisa had warned us. What he couldn’t make up with numbers, he compensated with ancient, foul sorcery. I gritted my teeth, my body tensing as I watched his soldiers. Even the wounded, even those missing limbs, stood firm, their black eyes glowing faintly with a terrible power. They were still formidable, still dangerous, and it was as though nothing short of death could stop them. I raised my sword high, rallying my Gammas.

Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees. “Why I’m killing you?” Xander spoke, his cool yet firm voice still betraying his evil deeds. “Have you ever heard about the Darkforce?” The Viper was too confused and in pain to answer. “Well, let’s just say that place sucks like hell!” he spat, “it is hell, actually! The souls of the damned and all that shit that it seemed impossible to get out of until this guy, calls himself Prometheus and claims to be a god and all that he could get us out only of I could help him find some mysterious cosmic artifact...”

Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim. The Master's presence was a living, breathing entity, exuding an aura of unbridled power and malevolence. His very existence seemed to defy nature, as if he had transcended the boundaries of mortality to become a creature of dark legend. A rogue vampire, feared by his own kind, the Master fed directly on human blood, reveling in the terror and destruction he inspired. His thirst for blood was insatiable, his cruelty boundless. The whispers of his atrocities sent shivers through even the most hardened vampire hearts.

In two strides he is in front of me, backing me against a pillar, claws clamping my jaw hard enough to bruise. His eyes burn inches from mine. “You should be grateful you still draw breath,” he snarls, low and lethal. “That fire will gutter soon, Elara. And when it does, I will break you into ash and feed what’s left to the dark.” He releases me so suddenly my knees buckle. “Remove her,” he orders Lyriel. She pulls me away as the hall howls for my blood. In the corridor she whispers, “You just declared war on immortality itself. Well done.”

The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind. Those infant spirits were fierce, leaving the Haunts no chance to stand their ground. Under Jim's leadership, the enemy was slowly pushed back, inch by inch.

"It's just northwest and south... The Northeast is still uncovered by them. Invite Thakurs." Rafael suggested. "Are they worth it?" Mikhail frowned. "Yes, Americans and Italians have a strong hold in the market, we need to enter too. Thakurs will be useful." Rafael was confident. "Okay, I'll add them to the list." Mikhail agreed. "How's the environment?" "Tensed!.. we found some rats and killed them..." Damon replied. "You might have to keep your eyes around you... I suspect that Drogo is behind this to create instability before the crown ceremony."

"This is the closest we have ever gotten to a solution, brother. I must follow this path, see where it takes me. Besides, it's not like there is much for me lose either way. A war with Ikraseon has been budding for a while now. The Dark Elves have been acting pretty shady lately. They want to expand their Empire into the Vontis Kingdom- Orc Territory. Once they do that, then they will declare war with the rest of us for sure and we will lay them bare. It's only a matter of time." Lucien shrugged, earning a nod from Zaros. He had heard the same thread of intelligence through the grapevine. Invading a Kingdom ruled by an Immortal was a brazen and stupid move. It made the Vampire King question