Overlord Garmadon Novels & Stories

She pouted just a little when he stomped it on the deck, then threw it over the balcony. “I, I was just, I,” she stumbled over her words, completely stunned at the gorgeous man glowering over her. “Well,” he tapped his foot impatiently, as if he were dealing with a child. “It helps my nerves,” she finally stuttered. “And what is that?” Drago gestured to her dog, who was still snoring away, unfettered by the handsome doctor’s presence. “Oh, that’s Thor, my mastiff,” “Mastiffs are good guard dogs,from the time of the Romans,” Drago said thoughtfully.

“I’m glad you understand this Oliver. His too close presence vanished just as quick as it had become close. He was at a corner now, his jaw hardened and his gaze at a plain wall. “You both will grow into love, just as your mother and I did. Our both packs will merge, strengthening our armies, multiplying our resources, leaving us more than prepared against rogue attacks.” He stopped to take a breath and added, “There has been reports on something strange. Most said it's the rogues growing more powerful and had somehow placed their hands on some…magic.”

He was older than Caelum, his face marked with the lines of experience, but there was something else—something that hinted at a deeper connection between him and Caelum. "I am Aric Valde," the man said, his voice dripping with a mix of contempt and familiarity. "A member of the very Legion you once led, Ashveil. And I am here to make sure you don’t succeed in your little rebellion." Sena’s breath caught in her throat. Aric Valde—the name was familiar, but it wasn’t the name that caused her heart to race. It was the title that followed it. A former leader of the Moon Temple’s military forces, a man whose loyalty to the Temple was infamous. And now, it seemed, he was here to hunt them down.

Meanwhile, in another part of the resting place, Bill, the most powerful God of War the Ans De Lou Kingdom ever had, was seen sitting in the garden with his trusted henchman, Andrew. "Uh, I don't think I've been this happy in three years," Andrew said. "Why?" Bill asked who was currently enjoying the night air while zipping up his jacket. "Winning." Bill immediately turned to his smiling subordinate, "Jody Gardner has also won a few wars with you, right?" Andrew Reece nodded his head, "You are right, General. But, the victories that General Gardner has won have been in a very different way to yours." Bill sighed. "Still, it was a victory won the hard way, Reece."

“You’re such a fool. That guy relied on his strength to achieve his success. Do you think he relied on cultivation resources like you? “Even our master admires and respects him. Yet, you were trying to act arrogantly and show off your identity as an Alcide Being? You’re looking for trouble.” Xalvadoe sighed and said, “You two... He’s the Mortal Emperor, the Lord of the Great Historial Land. When he integrated his Three Treasures, captured Yehria, killed numerous supreme beings, fought against emperors, and battled Xanthakos in the Gate of Mystery, you two were still in seclusion. By the time he led the Wyrmscale Source’s Army and the Marauder Army to invade the southern end of the Goyo Daonu

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

Hearing Azalias's arrogant challenge Ausar's blood started to boil, he stepped forward again, looked at Azalias's eyes, and said furiously, "Yes. We dare. Do you dare to stop us, the eladrin royal guards?" "Ehh!!" Azalias were stunned by this retaliation, and black lines appeared on his forehead. He thought himself, 'Is this Eladrin is more powerful than my current status? What the hell is this Eladrin? Ah, whatever, everything is fucked up now. Calm down man, Calm down.'

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at