Overlord Dark Elf Novels & Stories

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.

This dark elf was currently fighting an ogre along with a group of goblins in tow. The dark elf was engaging these creatures up close but if there was someone else present to witness the fight, they would be quite shocked. The reason for this is simple; all the monsters were currently surrounding the dark elf, trying to mob her to death but the dark elf kept dodging their attacks by a very thin margin. In fact, there are even traces of the dark elf causing the creatures' attacks to land on each other.

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

Xialn does the same and lets his long hair fall down upon his shoulders. Catarina looks on the face of Butcher and peers her eyes down along the veins of his face. They seem like the color is fading which is a good sign. Xialn notices it to and then takes his armored finger and presses it upon his neck. The sensation of his pulse is latching on the gauntlet’s metal finger. The dark elf feels it as if its vibrating along the course of his armor. Its steady for now. “He is getting better.” Catarina speaks out and that news makes everyone else drop their shoulders out of relief. Togin manages to step back a little and finds a seat on one of the other makeshift beds he lets out a sigh. “Good, he

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

She still had not been able to fully assimilate and understand what was going on, as her mind was still clouded with shock and confusion. “So, is an Oscura an elf”. She asks again. It was so hard to ask these questions one after the other, as every time she asks, another one popped into her head, and it felt like if she stalled, she would forget them. “Yes, an Oscura is also an elf. However, they were once the rulers of the elven tribe but because of their great powers, they started to become mad and crazy. The truth is that they had a demon side that craved evil and blood and they fed it. They killed recklessly and mercilessly, and at one point, their plan was to attack the world. Both that

“I’m heir-apparent to the McCrory Coven, and we control the Baelic realm.” Despite the chill going down her spine, North rejected the demonstration. “That has to be some kind of trick. An optical illusion and nothing more.” Orin stepped forward next, pushing the long black hair behind his ears and down his back. The gesture revealed pointed ears. “I’m Orin Aelfryck, a dark elf of the Fae realm.” She arched her brow in skepticism. “That can be makeup and prosthetics. What’s your magic power, dark elf?”

Even though they had a lot of grandmasters in their forces, the only grandmaster acknowledged was one at partial Overlord Rank. This meant that the masked man was a partial Overlord. The heirs looked at each other and finally understood why the Elves dared to treat them like this. One had to know that over half of Leila’s forces were here. They had powerful support. However, it would be completely different if the Elves had a partial Overlord behind them. However, this is not that simple. Perhaps something was hiding behind this! Even if the Elves had a partial Overlord as their support, they should not offend so many forces at the same time.

Aloov sighed deeply before responding, "It was peaceful until a few years ago. The Dark Elves formed a pact with the Beast Kingdom and settled in Valor Port. Now, there are three major clans residing in Valor Port." The emergence of the Dark Elves and their agreement with the Beast Kingdom seemed to have disrupted the peace in Valor Port, prompting changes that perhaps led Aloov to seek refuge elsewhere. "The Dark Elves, the Sea Merlock clan—my own clan—and the Mystic Race. Peace seems elusive among the three clans, and the situation remains at a standstill," Aloov elucidated, his expression fraught with tension. Understanding Aloov's predicament shed light on his arduous journey towards the