Overlord Dark Elf Novels & Stories

the dark lord demanded. I heard the sound of Lincoln’s cutlery as he paced them down and took a scarf to wipe his mouth. As far as I'd observed him, there was every possibility that he was royalty. He began to report. “The Alpha of the Gray Mist—” my chest stiffened, “is planning to wage war on us. He intends to form an alliance with the Imperial one.” “An alliance just to battle me,” the dark lord scoffed, “these cowards never cease to amaze me.”

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

The warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, muscles coiled like springs. From the shadows stepped a figure — gaunt, cloaked in tattered leather, eyes wild yet clear. “I am the scout you seek,” the figure said hoarsely, voice trembling with fatigue and fear. “The enemy grows stronger. They are not merely men or beasts… but something far older and darker.” Elara’s breath caught as the scout recounted a tale of a hidden force, ancient and malevolent, rising beneath the surface of their lands — a force that thrived on their division, feeding on despair and chaos.

Elsa's people had failed. The battlefield, the home of the elves, was now a graveyard, all thanks to the Dark Prince, a demon who took whatever he wanted and didn't care who or how it hurt anyone. The dark prince had given her people two years to surrender to him, and Elsa would have chosen to surrender, but the chiefs of her home were too stubborn, thinking they could win a war against the dark prince. She had been kneeling in the dirt, hands glowing faintly as she tried to heal the wounded men. Her white robes were smeared with blood from the injured ones. That was when he had come, towering above everyone and killing everyone until he got to her.

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

The Procession of the Broken Gods They walked into the fortress with shaking hands and completely shattered spirits. As the ancient primordial blood successfully purified their vessels, the physical transformation was undeniable. They did not belong to a single, uniform mold; instead, they presented a breathtaking, majestic spectrum of the old earth. Alongside those with flawless, iridescent marble skin stood warriors of striking, unparalleled grandeur—their skin as rich and deep as polished ebony, creating a stark, mesmerizing contrast against cascading curtains of long, silver-white hair and piercing, ice-light eyes. These were the true anchors of the old world, the foundational architects

There’s confusion back up as Khalid fights off a few rogues. “Why on earth would Drake want you dead?” I sniffed around him, An omega. “Alpha drake” he questioned puzzled as He quickly shifted back to his human form. “Yes. Why does he want you?” I asked, tilting my head, trying to see what was so special about him. “I don’t know. He called me last night to his office that they would take me to her,” he cried as I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering what he was talking about.

A race of Divine Overlords immediately felt bad and quickly retreated, but his movements were late. Tadhg Walter Bloodthirsty Creature's magical body, fur skin turned into the power of darkness, once again stretched out the phantom snake body, enveloping these Divine Overlords. Before, for Grand Archmage level 5 ability, Tadhg Walter was also a murderer, but now, he has evolved into a Divine Overlord, facing these enemies, is still a murderer. Those who were bitten by the Divine Overlord by Tadhg Walter's face, were like a hot air balloon.