Overlord Light Novel Volume 11 Novels & Stories

With one hit on his neck, the fool passed out cold. Coward. “You!” I barked, pointing at the man that stood beside the one I’d dragged out. “What’s with him?” I asked, disgusted at how he was whimpering. I don’t recruit cowards, how the hell did he make it here? The man fell to his knees, his head bowed as he spoke. “He’s my younger brother, Overlord. And despite how he looks or acts, he’s strong. He just….” His voice trailed.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

- that was all I managed to say. - Well, it's okay, considering what happened later, I figured she was very lucky.- Oliver said mysteriously and a faint smile appeared on his face.- You live in her room, mine is next door.- he pointed out, getting serious again.- A year after my sister died, our house was raided by a group of vampires. My parents died, I was changed. The leader of the vampire clan that attacked us kept me by force in his clan for many years, making me to kill innocent people... I only escaped about 10 years ago, when another clan attacked ours. Then I collected money to be able to buy back my family's house, which ended up in the hands of the city, because no one from our fa

“The princess of Handar.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. “Nya, sweetheart, you can’t possibly--” Slate’s words were cut short as an arrow pierced his body, near his heart. Her eyes enlarged as she turned to see one of the Beelzanborg troops getting ready to notch another arrow. Flint, Slate’s brother, was near the soldier and moved at him, anger apparent on his reddening face. He drew his sword and cut him down, but when Nya turned back to Slate, she could see it might be too late.

If Mai was correct, then without further intervention, this battle would be fatal. Orlov cut down any creature that dared to approach Ivan. It became more difficult as soon as he realized the creatures were specifically going after Ivan. Did the creatures realize what they were doing? Orlov looked over at Ivan for the first time and noticed something was dreadfully wrong. The light that burst from Ivan’s palms had become a dark beam, taking over his eyes and mouth. The darkness was overtaking him.

- Aoi asked, pointing to the frozen armies of vampires, wizards and sorceresses. If the two brothers, one from the light and other from the darkness, are already reconciled, it will be much easier to stop the battle.- Miyuki replied as surely as if she sincerely believed in this and no other turn of events. - Since you say so, I have no reason to disbelieve it.- Kai admitted, looking at her with a kind of humility, as if he were looking at his leader and the most important oracle.

My hand heals within seconds. Lilly and I watch as both Orrin and Anja follow the same ritual, our blood mixing within the bowl. Then suddenly, Bane goes wild inside my head. My wolf vision takes over, and I howl to the sky as the Royal pack link opens up inside my mind. I can hear so many voices welcoming me all at the same time. It’s overwhelming and all-consuming all at the same time. I manage to cut them off before Bane takes over. Lilly’s hand is on my face, and I realise that she’s the reason everything is now quiet inside my head.

At that moment, Caleb promptly pressed his advantage and leaped on top of Ches' chest while holding the Overlord high above his head. "Time to die!" He laughed savagely and swung the Overlord downward! Screams echoed from the stands as they watched in horror. "Oh no!" "Shit, Ches is so dead!" Clang! However, that was when a loud clang echoed like the clash of matters, and everyone was left gaping at the blinding golden radiance. "T-That's the Crawfords' Overlord Bloodline!" Someone gulped, disbelief showing all over his face. Indeed, in the debris that was the fighting ring, Caleb's great sword had been thrust into the blinding golden light, but the light seemed to stop it from being pressed

The flames sputtered from his throat like the last breath of a dying forge, flickering as if the flame itself grieved. His wings dragged low, claws trembling against the floor. The light dimmed in his scales. Still—he did not stop. And from the doorway, Lioren watched. Wide-eyed, unmoving. Breath shallow, fists clenched at his sides—he didn’t dare make a sound. The boy who had once tried to kill a warlord now watched that same warlord unravel, burning himself alive to save the only woman who had ever loved either of them. And then— A gasp. Soft. Shallow.