Overlord Death Knight Novels & Stories

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

His Mind and Body also attained Supreme level 10 while his combat attained partial Ancient Overlord Rank. At this moment, David had a thought in his mind. ‘If I meet a real Ancient Overlord, will my 27 clones and I defeat it? ‘My clones are not normal partial Ancient Overlords, but death warriors. They can self-detonate to sacrifice themselves at any time. ‘Even a real Ancient Overlord will feel troubled facing this kind of death warriors. ‘Plus, it’s not one or two but 27. ‘Unless the enemy can destroy 27 clones and my main form.

“It’s good that he’s back! With the seven elders here, his return is a death sentence. It’ll save me the tro— aaah! Before he could finish, Andrius suddenly pounced like a tiger. The Linebreaker Overlord appeared in his hand as he attacked with Tyrant’s Ascendance! A crisp sound rang out. The Linebreaker Overlord pierced Arthur’s heart like cutting through butter. In an instant, blood flowed and pooled on the ground. “You...”

His visage was cold as he dragged that greatsword along, but the crowd suddenly felt like they were looking at the devil himself! Even though he already sent Ryona flying with a single strike, he pressed his advantage. Pouring all his Reiki into the Overlord, it crackled as it was charged with a world-ending might! World Burial Sword—Death Snap! Swish! Suddenly, the Overlord was slashing toward Ryona's neck at an unbelievable speed! Buffed with the explosive speed of the Blood Good Order and the Thunder Flash, the World Burial Sword was now even more powerful than before! Just a swing, and it kicked up a shockwave in its wake as it streaked forward unimpeded!

It raised its sword and a second after that, all the skeletons stopped moving. (Different from a death knight, this version is not only stronger but it can also use magic.) “What is that thing?” “I’ve never seen it before.” “A death knight? It looks different.” Mumbles from the people behind him were filled with their confusion. Of course they’ve never seen one. Death paladins were high ranked monsters after all. It was rare enough to meet a death knight. “That’s a death paladin. Be careful, it is strong.” A random Hunter spoke up. He was wearing a dark green cloak that covered his head, concealing a part of his face. On his chest was a Hunter tag. It was bronze, a Champion rank.

“But the Overlord had done that once; all he needed was a sorcerer and a demon to complete the ritual.” My head throbbed. I was never the superstitious type, and for a bleak moment, I wondered if this information had been worth knowing. “So did your vision reveal to you where exactly he is?” I asked. “No. But I believe he is very close. He could be a few packs away, or even in this very pack, carrying the face of an unfamiliar person.” “If he had indeed changed at the last moment of his first death, then perhaps he is not a threat.”

"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!

She believed in her strength, just not enough to take Death on in single combat. The two allies she had were considerably strong in their own rights. Odoroku was a shadowy man with long arms and claws. He was wearing black wrappings all over his body that almost matched his skin. He looked similar to Death, except his face was more pronounced through his dark smoke, with two white eyes peering through. He also had horns sticking out of his head.

That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death. For most, it is a blessing. The ultimate salvation. A key to Ajooni—transcendence beyond the cycle of suffering. But for others, it is a curse. An unshakable shackle. Zander King was the Death Wolf’s Soul Corona. Its final human form. And that was why he could fight it, wrestle back control. No other host in history had ever managed such a feat. Not even Thaneous. A scream tore from Zander’s lips, his eyes flickering between the beast’s crimson and his own tormented brown before settling—finally—on brown. He gasped, dragging himself forward, his limbs trembling, his breath ragged.

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.