Overlord Novel Novels & Stories

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

Ruth said proudly. Boom! That piece of news dropped like a bomb in front of them! "What? The intermediate Overlord State? How could that be?!" Lentus and the others were so shocked their jaws almost dropped on the floor. However, they thought about it and quickly realized something. The Overlord State was the realm of those that were truly strong. It was the second great hurdle for a martial artist. It was incredibly difficult to get past it. Whether it was Springfield City or Seacove City, many of the older generations in the large families struggled to reach that level even after devoting their whole lives to it!

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

Soon, the doors opened again and a deadly feel hit the atmosphere. Flapping noises reached the ears of the men that were seated and they all turned their heads toward the entrance. With discomfort etched in their soul, they watched a tall figure walk past the door. His cloak was deep red and it was decorated with the repetitive pattern of blood droplets. And in his hold was a hand fan that had a skull tip. The Overlord walked in with pride in his steps and nothingness in his pure white eyes. As his graceful steps ended at the head of the table which was purposefully missing a chair, the vampire announced his presence.

It was a stark contrast to the vibrant sunlight that usually accompanied her studies, a testament to the urgency that had propelled her out of her slumber. The words on the pages held both familiarity and frustration. Rithanya had always been an ardent reader, devouring words with an insatiable hunger. Yet, this pursuit felt different—less like a joyful exploration and more like a grueling endeavor. The monotony of the task at hand weighed heavily on her, her eyes struggling to decipher the small text illuminated by the moon.

Her mind was cut in two by the sudden close proximity of the close aide of the Overlord. “He is crazy.” Mina pulled her up effortlessly. “But we can talk about The Holiness.” “The Holiness?” She dazedly blinked at Mina. it took her two seconds to realize it. “Of course. Please.” She said desperately. “Of course.” Mina slapped her back while laughing. “The arrival of the conqueror, our beloved Overlord Shadow.”

I did not like surprises, and if the Overlord had pulled another one, it could be catastrophic. The Overlord was using dark magic. Alisa had warned us. What he couldn’t make up with numbers, he compensated with ancient, foul sorcery. I gritted my teeth, my body tensing as I watched his soldiers. Even the wounded, even those missing limbs, stood firm, their black eyes glowing faintly with a terrible power. They were still formidable, still dangerous, and it was as though nothing short of death could stop them. I raised my sword high, rallying my Gammas.

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

Kael spent the first night after Aldric's return reviewing everything the novel had mentioned about territorial disputes in collapsed regions. It was not much. The novel had focused on large-scale conflicts between major powers, not the small-scale territorial maneuvering that happened at the edges of Imperial administration. But there had been side plots, minor characters, and background details that mentioned how lords operated in border territories where Imperial oversight was minimal.

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.