Novel & Cerita Overlord Novel Series

Gideon studied Overlord with amusement, then asked, "And who are you? What makes you think you can plead for him?" Alberto quickly answered, "Gideon, this is Oriville's Overlord, Sigric Abery. He's the true ruler of Oriville!" "Oriville's Overlord?" Gideon's eyes narrowed slightly. The Wasteland of Dasovia was divided into four great regions—East, South, West, and North. Each region was dominated by powerful ancient clans. For example, in Oriville, the Crosby family and a few others reigned supreme.

I said, voice cold and clear, “and I have killed every man who dared to speak my name with venom in his mouth.” No one spoke. They dared not. They could see it. I was different. I didn't follow rules anymore. “I have buried the Vipers. Burned the Alessandros end their allies. Taken Pablo’s head from his shoulders. If any man here still believes I’m not worthy to rule, then stand. Speak.” Silence. Even the wind dared not move. I nodded once. “Then from this day forward, I claim the title none of you could hold. I am the Overlord. The chain ends here. The war ends here. There will be peace, my peace. And any man who threatens it will be erased. Family or not.”

They arrived this afternoon and are already working with the Royal troops on the plan’s next step. Orrin also called Tobias, the oldest living dragon shifter in existence, the first of his kind. Tobias is hundreds of thousands of years old, and Orrin hopes Tobias knows who Thomas is and where he came from. Each shifter of every species is ruled by their King or Queen, Emperor or Empress. Every monarch has data on every person in their realm. Though I’m sure, the same goes for hybrids outside of wolf shifters. Goddess, I was so ignorant to anything other than my own kind. Sure, I know many things, enough to get by anyway, but I know nothing of importance.

"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.

Thorne was making suggestions though, about some places that could be salvaged. Alarick circled the camp one more time. He had groups of men protecting the abandoned villages after making themselves the plague against trolls and killing anything they found in their way, and they were making camp after the archers took care of a large batch by the forest most of the trolls were coming from. It would take some time, letting the trolls regroup and then following the trails, but Alarick felt calm. Fighting in Kalise feels like protecting Erriene, and wherever Erriene was at, that was Alarick’s territory.

Thea frowns confusedly, tilting her head slightly. “Yeah.” I shrug. “Weird, I know, but that girl is full of surprises. Nothing surprises me when it comes to her anymore…” “Unbelievable.” Thea stays beside me and Ivy as we watch our enemies burn in the huge fire one by one. With every body that’s thrown into the pyre a weight is lifted from my shoulders. We won this war. Despite all odds, we actually won. We were heavily outnumbered. There were over thirty Undeads on Cornelia’s side and only four on ours, according to Thea.

Alessia's POV A big problem now landed all over Valeria. No, it won't just hit Valeria but all of Wysteria. What Stefano told me is that there is no more revolution. In the last war that took place several thousand years ago that was not followed and no one attempted to fight the blue bloods. Is it possible that war will break out again? But why didn't they expect it? Because if they expected it, I would have felt that during my stay here.

Maps covered his massive desk, red marks indicating territories, blue for allies, black for contested zones. "Sit," Giovanni ordered when they arrived. Dante took one chair. Arabelle deliberately chose the one farthest from him. Clara sat between them, literally and figuratively. Giovanni studied the arrangement with knowing eyes. "Still at odds, I see. Good. Use that tension. Channel it into this project." "What project?" Dante asked. "The Northern expansion I mentioned Friday." Giovanni spread out a larger map. "Three territories currently in flux—the warehouse district, the port access roads, and the entertainment zone. All previously controlled by smaller families who've recently... coll

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.

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.