Overlord Husk Novels & Stories

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.

Kenneth shrugs off the feelings of humiliation as he remembers the time he stood still when he heard the husk’s heart-wrenching pleading. “Nothing, now-” Then they both heard the mutterings. Turning around, Kenneth is sent flying as the strength of an active husk overwhelms him. Looking at Kenneth’s assailant, Peter sees an active husk. It has seen them. Peter raises his rifle but the husk, now filled with superhuman strength and speed, bats the gun aside as it shoves Peter to the ground. It opens its mouth, prepared to deafen Peter with a singular roar but its face is suddenly struck and it lets go of Peter.

Behind him, the Vanguard followed, a tide of teeth and steel plunging down the treacherous slope. Roman was a whirlwind of violence. He didn't just bite; he tore. He caught a Husk by the shoulder, his powerful jaws snapping through bone-reinforced essence like dry kindling. Marcus and the others were a wall of steel, their blades clashing against silver needles. The sound was deafening—the ring of metal on glass, the guttural roars of the wolves, and the high-pitched, whistling screams of the Husks. “Ellie, now!” Marcus yelled, ducking under a spear of shadow. “The path is open!”

I shouted. I stepped forward to meet the first armored Husk. It was a massive beast, a former Northern Alpha whose body had been fused into a suit of black iron. It raised a hydraulic fist, the pistons hissing with a freezing mist. I didn't dodge. I swung the new blade in a wide, horizontal arc.

My Gammas stopped, their horses snorting and pawing at the ground, sensing the bloodlust in the air. Across the field, I saw him. The Overlord, standing on a ledge slightly higher than the ground on which we now stood, like a god of death. He was a coward, sending soldiers to fight his battles. His armor gleamed black as night, his face hidden behind a helmet adorned with jagged spikes. He was larger than life, a figure from nightmares made real. My blood boiled at the sight of him, rage clawing at my insides. We would leave this ground bloody and with his head in my hands.

He made Elvis look like a dwarf. No one needed to explain who this wolf was because I already knew who it was. He looked like a legendary demon hybrid with snarling teeth and huge mane. I gasped. My eyes expanded in amazement! It was the Overlord himself!

Andrius knew that he could not escape and summoned his Linebreaker Overlord. As the spear moved, heavenly fire ignited. The immortal essence in his body had burned to its limit. “Overlord’s Return!” With each sweep and thrust of his spear, countless lights exploded. The Linebreaker Overlord glowed with immense power, clashing with the eight Sentinels’ attacks and causing explosions to ring out. In just a few seconds, the area was filled with various explosions. Each wave was stronger than the last—the result of their continuous exchange of attacks and immortal essence collisions.

I wrestled against him, trying to free myself from the rigid circular hold that caged me, but he chuckled darkly, finding my struggle amusing. “The Overlords have a longstanding grudge with our kind. Do you think that rodent is not looking for ways to screw us over?” Lykoan flushed my body against his in a vice grip that hindered me from twitching. My brows furrowed in confusion as I gazed up at him. “Aren’t T-Rex and the others in the Trenchlands? They will back us up.”

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

As he studied the intruders, his wolf watched through the human eyes. Ten hunters. Manageable. But the one in the middle— Power radiated off him like a heatwave, humming beneath the skin. Something ancient. Something wrong. A warlock… a high-ranked one. What is a Warlock King doing beside hunters? The man’s lips curled as if reading the question straight from my bones. “I can almost hear your thoughts,” he purred, eerie and delighted. “Confusion suits you, Alpha.” His grin widened, sinister. “You wonder what a ‘high-level Warlock’ is doing with these weapon-happy Hunters. Shall I enlighten you?”