Overlord Luci Fer Novels & Stories

Lucifer's mother's words echoed faintly in his mind, a whisper against the backdrop of his seething rage. As he surveyed the carnage around him, he knew the war was far from over. The taste of blood and the scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, a reminder of the brutal reality of his world—a world where mercy was a luxury he could no longer afford. Luciano approached, limping slightly, but his eyes were sharp and alert. He wiped a streak of blood from his face, his expression grim. “We got lucky tonight,” he said, his voice rough from exertion. “If you hadn’t shown up when you did…”

he snarled, his strength driving me back. “Watch me,” I hissed, summoning every ounce of might. The battle raged on, each second a test of determination. I could feel the tiredness seeping in, but I refused to give up. Not now. Not ever. A startling movement caught my eye—Lucia, coming forward. Her look was furious, resolute. She attacked, her blade finding its mark. The enforcer dropped, a look of amazement on his face. Lucia stumbled, blood covering her clothes. “It’s over,” she gasped.

“…that makes no sense, I doubt Van has even so much as visited Yorkshire in decades.” It was Celeste’s turn to smile like she knew something he didn’t which caused the smile on Lucian’s face to die a quick death. “He has. In fact, I can tell you with a hundred percent accuracy that he is as we speak.” She smiled seeing Lucian’s face twist into something dark and ugly. He was thoughtless. What this could mean, he had no idea, but it could never be anything good if Evander thought it wise to go to Yorkshire. Most especially now when a war was brewing and awaiting the right moment to erupt into the utter destruction of all species.