Overlord Death Knight Novels & Stories

“I’m sure the priests will have some ideas.” I frown a bit, studying our Prince. “Isn’t that…my job now?” “You may be the Queen of this world now, Juniper,” Orion murmurs, turning his eyes back to me. “But I’m still Death’s heir. Those are two different things – no one ever said Death had to be King of the Underworld, that’s just a deal he struck with Life ages ago. I’m no God – at least, I don’t think I am. But Death’s responsibilities are mine now. Ruling the Deadlands is my job.”

Aurelia was renowned for its technological and martial prowess, particularly its four divine generals—Cobalt Dragon, Vermilion Phoenix, Obsidian Gryphon, and Ivory Unicorn. Each was one of the world's top grandmasters—especially Cobalt Dragon, rumored to be the world's most powerful being. "It's not about that. Besides, Dominic is dead, so there's no need for you to act." Henry shook his head. "Oh, that's good. Wait a minute! What did you say? Dominic is dead?" Richard reacted in shock. Henry casually said, "Yes, I just killed him." "What?!" Richard was stunned. It took him some time to come to his senses, but he still could not believe it.

He wished that he was the one on his side at that time, to be able to protect him. Even if they were not under the Ruler's Command Skill of Eduard, they will still follow his every orders unconditionally. All of this knights were grateful to him, just from giving them an opportunity to get stronger. So they are willing to sacrifice themselves for him.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

"Aleister trained Aiden and his twin sister Addison in the eastern empire,they had lived like commoners and when the twins clocked eighteen ,Aleister knew it was time. A ring was given to Addison and a necklace to Aiden by their mother before she died,the necklace and the ring were royal identities which was given to Alarie by his father before he died. It could break any black magic spell. Aleister,Aiden and Addison sneaked into the royal house in the northern empire where most of the vampires controlled with black magic were working as slaves,the twins were able to set them free with the necklace and ring,together they fought against the dark witches.Addison and Aiden fought side to side a

Mira whispered, “A deathknight.” Kaelen’s grip tightened. The blade hummed, the runes whispering. He had heard of them in stories—warriors bound by blood oaths to guard the darkest secrets. Not living, not dead, but chained. The soldiers steadied behind their champion, confidence renewed. The deathknight lowered his greatblade and pointed it at Kaelen. “Chosen,” it said, voice hollow as a tomb. “You walk no further.” Aric growled low, hackles raised.

"Not now!" Brodolf called to the gods for mercy, though they had never shown him any before. His shoulders continued to hunch, bones cracking, muscles growing and changing. "Kelda!" he roared, his voice contorting with the changing shape of his jaw. Kelda threw her hands over the tortured man, chanting the ancient words that were the only thing standing between her alpha and the curse that threatened to take over his body and his mind. If the alpha was lost, so was the clan.

I yell at him, this isn’t happening. “Angelo was supposed to be in charge all along, he tried, but the idiot was too weak, I’ll end the job that he had to do” he says, he’s the one behind the true blood all along. “When I asked you about, when I came to you!” I ask him, not believing what he’s talking about. “You were supposed to DIE!” he says getting a gun up in my face, he’s serious about this. I heard a gunshot, everything went dark afterward, I couldn’t believe the betrayal I just went through, he didn’t just hate me, he wanted to kill me, he wanted to kill what’s mine, he wanted all of us dead….

“You couldn’t even save him. And now look at you... broken, helpless. Just like the rest of your pack will be.” My body shook with a mix of grief and fury as I struggled to breathe, my heart pounding so violently I thought it would tear from my chest. The Overlord stood there, laughing, laughing at Raphael’s death, laughing at my pain. The others around me didn’t move—no one could. “You couldn’t protect your precious Alpha,” the Overlord taunted, his dark magic swirling around him like a cloak. “And now, you’ll watch as I finish what I started.” His words shattered what little was left of me. The grief, the helplessness, the anguish-- they all transformed into a burning rage. Something insid

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?