Overlord Light Novel Volume 7 Novels & Stories

We gaped at him, waiting impatiently for him to continue. “Who?” asked Zephyrus. “I think it’s Alpha Oreias of the Orvelos Howlers Pack. Their village, Orvelion, has the word Ion. I think you should talk to your folks in Aromania. They’ll know everything.” I was immediately on high alert. Who was this Alpha Oreias? “Who is he? How is it I know nothing about him?” I felt a sharp twinge of jealousy grip my heart. I knew so little about my mate. Although she wasn’t mated when I claimed her, maybe she had a history with someone at twenty-nine.

He could only fight Lufian by relying on his amazing Cloning, and in the end, neither side won. How much time had passed since then? It was only seven years. For Overlords, seven years passed in the blink of an eye. Which of the five Leila rulers’ age was not calculated in epochs? Going from partial Heavenly Overlord Realm to partial Origin Realm in just seven years? Was that a joke? Besides Lufian, Sylvio and Elora also thought it was an illusion. It was so unreal. As he turned to look at David, Sylvio understood this boy less and less.

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.”

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

"Anyways, the war went on for hundreds of years, the killing and bloodshed was constant but eventually the war was ended by the King of Avingora." Katherine knew that there was no kingdom called Avingora, at least not in her time period. "Who's the King of Avingora?" "My cousin," Katherine turned her head to look at Lady Nicole who had spoken. Her face scrunched up in confusion but before Katherine could say anything, Nicole continued speaking. "Lucian Williams." Katherine was shocked, to say the least, "What happened to Avingora?" "The Kingdom was burnt to the ground during the final battle," said Lady Elizabeth.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

"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!

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.