Overlord Light Novel Volume 6 Novels & Stories

Philip Bottenberg as Vittorio Stanzolio ~Vittorio~ Present- December 22nd, 2035 Vittorio and I are sitting on the couch together. I am showing him some of the garbage. This is better known as the original version of this book. He keeps telling me that the original version is okay. But right now I’m going to show him the evidence. This will prove to him that it’s awful. "Okay. So basically, you think that the book you made sixteen years ago is terrible. However, what I see right here looks fine to me. I think you’re just overreacting," Vittorio says after skimming through the third chapter.

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.

Randal stepped forward, lifting his heavy sword and bringing it down in one motion. The head of Zaff fell down while his body still stood in its position, blood running down his skin like a river, splashing both warlords and Thorne. "He's of no use any more," Randal said, kicking Zaff’s body over. "May the shadows feast upon his soul." Alarick nodded, still puzzling over the frost giant’s last words. He walked over the giant's body towards the cavern's passage. "Let's continue down." ***** The screams and voices startled Erriene.

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

She boomed, Derora noticed the storms outside still bellowed, but she seemed on edge, now was her time for a distraction, "How is the war with the light gods going?" she asked, Herega turned her gaze to her, lightning flashed outside, "You will remain silent derora!" She growled, Derora gave a smug grin, it really got on her nerves as the whole room darkened due to the thunder clouds outside the palace, herega stretched her hand to summon lightning. Then derora noticed the light trying to clear the clouds, it was a real Battle of elements, she laughed out as herega turned to her,

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.

Together, they formed an unstoppable force—silver light of the Alpha King intertwined with golden fire of the Celestial King. --- The Arrival of the Overlord The ground shook as the Overlord descended from above, crimson energy blazing, shadow creatures flanking him like a living army. His presence was terrifying, overwhelming, but Ethan’s resolve did not waver. “You are… powerful,” the Overlord said, voice cold. “But even the Ancients’ essence in you cannot prevent what is coming. Tonight, one of us will fall.” Ethan’s silver eyes narrowed. “It won’t be me.” With a roar, he surged forward. Silver light exploded, shattering the corrupted creatures near him. The Alpha Hunter leaped with him,

’ Before completely losing consciousness, I heard the enemy yell at his army of wolves. “The battle is over. We have overpowered the enemy!” His announcement was welcomed with loud cheers. “Long live, Alpha Zephyrus! We are back in our motherland! We are back in Lucania!” “We will rebuild Lucania with the true descendants of the Luceres Pack!” “Let’s celebrate our victory!” “Our worst days are over! We’re back home!”

I had never found the girl again, after the night that I had defiled her it felt like she had completely vanished and all that was left was the curse that she had placed. I could hear Nikolai, my Beta somewhere around the room giving instructions but his voice sounded far away, as if I had been submerged underwater. The air around me felt harder to breathe and my vision started to blur. My body was already starting to transform on its own when I heard Aurora’s voice. Her incantations grew louder and filled the room, slowly pulling me out of my agony and putting an end to the horrible transformation that was about to happen.