Overlord Novel 10 소설 & 이야기

We would leave this ground bloody and with his head in my hands. Nova growled beneath my skin, ready for the bloodbath and to shift when it was time. I looked beside me at the empty space where Lucianne should have been. Hopefully, Lance and Jules would be enough since I and Lucianne could not use the Lunar Nexus. Jules and Lance would face the Overlord and his mate. But first, we had to survive the first wave. The Overlord raised his hand, a signal to his army, and I saw them readying their weapons, preparing to charge. My breath caught in my throat, but I forced myself to stay calm, to focus. This wasn’t just a battle. This was everything.

Light spills through. Strange. Bright. Unfamiliar. The gods retreat slightly. Fear. I feel their fear. “Kieran,” Nova whispers, her voice barely steady. “What if breaking the old order didn’t make you ruler…” “What then?” Her eyes lock onto mine. “What if it made you a doorway?” The final fracture splits across the sky like a wound. And something begins to push through. As the sky fractures above and the unseen crown tightens around my will, one terrifying thought grips me... did I just declare war on the old gods… or did I invite something far worse to enter our world?

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"It said, 'At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh f'rth. The daylight shall bleedeth. The moon shall caterwauling. F'r imm'rtality shall cometh to an endeth'. I'm sorry but that's how it was pronounced, but it says that the attack will occur from the heart that I found out that it refers to the heart of Wysteria, the place where the border of each kingdom, Avalone which is one of the closest to the heart of Wysteria. The disciples of darkness will come and ravage. The sun will bleed, or if I suspect correctly, it's talking about an eclipse or something about turning the sun red. I just don't know what caterwauling—" "Caterwauling means a cry from the t

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They were her strength and she needed them now more than ever. Tessa's head snapped to the tree line when growls filled the air. She stood inhaling the pungent stench of rotting flesh that only Rogues possessed. "They're close! Everyone shift and fall in," she ordered, taking her spot in the front with Cadence as the warriors prepared for battle.

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

“It is like asking you what it is like being… pretty.” Chloe blushed and instinctively ran two fingers over her cheek. “I'm just curious,” she continued. “Okay, what are the differences you feel there are?” Harold stopped close to a wardrobe and fished out the timetable that he had neatly folded into his bag. “The differences I feel there are,” Harold repeated, not looking up from the map he was studying. “Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.”

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its