Overlord Luci Fer Novels & Stories

"The map you see reveals the location where Orphillia is held captive at the moment. When you reach the area circled here, drink the potion and let its magic guide you. You will be able to see through what's ordinary. You will find exactly where she is being held captive by the man." Lucien's eyes were fixed on the map, the intrusive thought of snatching it right from the hands of the woman growing more and more difficult to control. She regarded him for a moment before handing the map over to Lucas. It was folded so it looked like an ancient scroll. Lucien thanked her for her help before he added

It wasn't long before she stood up from her position and walked over to Nahamani. By the time Adriel recovered from the attacks and she sat up with a groan, she was staring at two pairs of blazing golden irises. For the first time since the start of the war, she felt fear as she was overshadowed by the tall silhouettes of her enemies. At that moment, her eyes darted across the damaged hall to where Lucifer stood proudly. To her surprise, he was staring right at her with his arms crossed. Adriel did the only thing she could, plead for her life with her eyes. She knew Lucifer could understand her and she waited for him to make a move to save her but instead, the cherub did the exact opposite.

His warriors stood behind him, their faces etched with the weariness of battle, but their spirits unbroken. “Alpha Julian,” Lucio greeted with a curt nod, his voice gruff but respectful. “Alpha Lucio.” I returned the nod, clasping his forearm firmly as tradition dictated. My grip was strong, deliberate—a reminder of who I was. “How fares the battle?” Lucio’s expression darkened slightly, and he released a breath, gesturing towards the distant forest where faint echoes of clashing steel and war cries still lingered. “The Luperci warriors are formidable,” he admitted. “They’ve been holding out for the past week, refusing to yield. Their stronghold is well-fortified, and their Alpha is no fool.

He had barely even reached the elevator when a the message he’s been waiting for finally came through made his heart. ‘ Alpha, there’s a young girl of about 18 with an extremely weird color running in the direction of the Blood lake. She matches the description Beta Raphael had given perfectly' The hunter said making Lucious quickly connect to this particular hunter’s eye sight. Apart from communicating through the mind link, Lucious could also connect to his pack members and be able to see whatever it was they were viewing. He only used this when he there was an emergency and he needed to see things for himself. And right now, the emergency was an extremely huge one.

He had evolved, but so had we. As we prepared for the next steps, the one thing I knew for certain was that this was only the beginning. The Overlord wasn’t just playing to win. He was playing to destroy us all, piece by piece. "Send a letter to the Scarletmoon pack. Tell Alpha Lance to be ready for battle." Lucianne was telling a messenger. "It is time."

His eyes gazed at Poseidon, Ares, and Mariah, all with determination on their faces. “Five,” I stood up, narrowing my eyes at Luci. “There are five of us.” Luci shook his head, brushing a lock of hair away from my cheek. “Four, bunny. You aren’t coming with us. I will not allow you to be taken from me,” he growled. The torchlights flickered in the room and the monsters who stood close by felt Luci’s aura leak from him. Luci’s towering body hovered over me, the lights now dimming into a quarter of the light that was once fully illuminated.

And Yolanda— Yolanda fought like a demon, but pregnancy slowed her. Clarice's claws left burning trails down her arms as she kept dragging her towards the gates. “Brother!" Lucian roared, Vibrating through the stones. "Come and die! Then Alejandro's howl. Agonized. Defeated. Yolanda went limp with horror. Clarice laughed in her ear. " little queen. See what's left of your mate." Lucian's fangs sank into his shoulder and cracked his bones

Lucian POV The sweet scent of vanilla and fresh honey was so thick it felt like breathing in liquid gold. Looking down at Lucian’s flushed face, I knew there was no turning back. The years of toxic pills were completely gone, leaving his true Omega side entirely bare before me. His eyes were glossy with a heavy fever, his lips parted as he let out short, breathless gasps that drove my inner beast completely crazy. Every single instinct inside me was screaming at me to stop fighting the storm and take what was mine.

Shifters have an unfortunately good sense of smell. A flicker of movement caught my eye, and I tensed, peering through the scope. False alarm. Just a cat on the windowsill. "Lucifer's balls," I growled, "if this asshole doesn't show up soon, I'm gonna have to reschedule. And I hate rescheduling." I could almost hear Dad's voice in my head: "Patience, Lu. A good hunter always waits for the perfect moment." Yeah, well, easy for him to say. He wasn't the one lying on a dirty roof in designer shoes.

“And then I’d be ready to take the throne.” I lunged again, rage burning brighter than pain. But Olivia was ready this time. She sidestepped and slammed her elbow into my shoulder, flipping me over her back. I hit the ground hard. My ribs howled in protest. My vision blurred. She stepped over me, claws raised. “And now,” she said softly, “you die too.” I tried to rise. She struck. But she never landed the blow. Because at that exact moment, Lucian moved. He threw himself between us.