Novel & Cerita Overlord Dark Elf

“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.

His chest heaved with labored breaths, but his eyes remained fixed on us, burning with hatred and defiance. “This isn’t over,” he growled, his voice low, venomous. Dark magic still swirled around him, coiling like a serpent ready to strike, though now it was weaker, fractured. Raphael and I stood tall in our fused form, our wolf still powerful, but we knew—this next fight would be different. The Overlord, though weakened, was at his most dangerous now. His desperation fueled his power, and he would stop at nothing to destroy us. Without his wolf, he would fight us as a man—but a man who wielded ancient, deadly magic. We could feel the dark energy gathering in his hands, crackling with violen

He didn't want me to deal with that craziness either. That place is filled with darkness and people living there are darkness itself. The sane human will turn insane in that house and I don't doubt it. I breathed, shifted and looked out of the window restlessly as Laurence got lost in his work. This man is so workaholic. The car came to half after an hour and I almost cried but controlled myself. "Finally!" I heard him sigh beside me. I got out and followed him towards the door. The castle is huge as it was built in mediaeval times. Delgados were part of high authorities hence the castle was gifted to them.

And as she fell— A sudden, freezing wind swept the clearing. Lights flickered. Lantern flames twisted violently. The air itself seemed to rupture. Aria barely stayed conscious long enough to hear the horrified scream of a warrior: “THE BORDER— IT’S OPENING!” A tear in the air split open behind the pines— dark, swirling, alive— and as Aria collapsed, a low, dangerous voice echoed through the clearing like a prophecy: “Don’t touch her.” The Dark King had arrived.

Elena ran — returned with help — and I felt arms lift me, carry me — Darkness swallowed the house, the pain, the shame— But in a single truth burned through the fading consciousness: I will not let them win. I will protect my child. Alessandro will know the truth. And then — norhing.

"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

They’re beings of the underworld and not surface-dwellers as we’ve adapted over the centuries. Now it’s all coming to me. Darklings were once an overwhelming number, easily possessing the vessels of the living and stealing their souls to procreate more of them and bolster their numbers. They’re very dangerous and have lost all sense of reasoning; empty vessels greedily on an endless prowl to afflict the living with their curse. My father, the supreme Ruler of the surface Demons had once performed a powerful sealing ritual to seal the gates they abused to surface into the physical realm, and that had been over fifty decades ago, during the decade-long war between our kind and the Werewolves.

My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, and a cold sweat broke out across my forehead. That wasn't Kaelen's magic. Kaelen was a ruthless Alpha, a warlord backed by rogue packs and crude brute force. He possessed military power, iron weapons, and relentless numbers. But this... this dark frost came from something far older, something that had been sleeping beneath the deepest ocean trenches, waiting for the land to grow weak enough to break free. "Elara!" A voice echoed through the fog, sharp and laced with authority.