Overlord Novel Novels & Stories

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.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

“Perhaps. But before I say my thoughts, let me reveal right now the reason behind the fate of my eternal sacrifice. If after that you would still feel the same way for me, then…” “I’m waiting.” "There was a time when my people lived a normal life. We were like the usual ordinary worlds with its conflicts and joys. But everything changed when they came. They called themselves the Overlords. Their sole purpose was to gather naive intelligent lives in the cosmos and lure them with the promise of power. Indeed, we had that and more. But in the end, that same power had also broken our people. Wars were waged and won, only to sprung another birth of a new war.

This was quite the opposite I expected from the Overlord. Everything looked neat, in moderation and proper, and even the table and bookshelves were polished to give off a shiny effect. As if by magic, the door slammed shut behind me, and a rather elderly man, old enough to be my father emerged from behind the door. "Is he the Overlord?” I asked myself, muttering my words as he walked straight to the table. He was all dressed in silver and black livery as accustomed to servants, and he had a gold pocket watch.

However, after hearing them over and over, they started to make a twisted kind of sense. Today, though, I watched him toss aside all restraint for his Rosa, his moonlit dream, and dive headlong into obsession. The shock hit me like a slap, freezing me in place. Then, out of nowhere, Rosa shoved me, sending me sprawling to the ground without a chance to brace myself.

With one hit on his neck, the fool passed out cold. Coward. “You!” I barked, pointing at the man that stood beside the one I’d dragged out. “What’s with him?” I asked, disgusted at how he was whimpering. I don’t recruit cowards, how the hell did he make it here? The man fell to his knees, his head bowed as he spoke. “He’s my younger brother, Overlord. And despite how he looks or acts, he’s strong. He just….” His voice trailed.

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

It collided with Gideon's handprint, both exploding into nothingness. Alberto, narrowly escaping death, was overjoyed. He turned his gaze forward and saw the ocean split apart. A white-haired elder slowly walked out. Seeing him, Alberto clung to hope like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "Overlord! Overlord, you're here! The heavens haven't abandoned me after all! Overlord, save me!" Alberto screamed hysterically. The white-haired elder, known as Overlord, snorted coldly and barked, "You disgraceful fool! Apologize!"