Overlord Novel Volume 1 Novels & Stories

Larry looks back; “I will miss nothing about this world.” Spreading out his arms, he’s about to lean forward; when someone pulls him back, he falls backward. “Are you so weak that the first sign of trouble you decide to end your life?” This is a familiar voice; it's deep. Looking up is the bright sun, and he sees a tall, dark figure standing over him. Holding his hand in front of his eyes to block out the sun, he sees a hand; as he reaches out to the hand, it pulls him up like a feather.

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

I’d finished my studies for the day, and I was putting away the books grandmother had me reading. The tome drew my attention with its silver glow. It seemed to call to me, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take it from the shelf. The tome was ancient; that much was obvious. It was bound in leather and had the most intricate design. But what mesmerised me was the wolf on the front cover. Its eyes seemed to look right through me, and I swear that I saw it wink. I heard a voice all around me, telling me to read what was inside. My stomach was churning; I felt as though I was doing something wrong. However, just like every other teenager in existence, doing the wrong thing was always thrilli

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

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I blurted out, he was cutting me off too many times and grew sick of trying to let it out slowly, "I— I do what?" He question, But I didn't respond, I am sure he heard me the first time. Turning his back to me, I felt down, was having a heartbeat so bad? "Al, I am so sorry—" "My mother would tell me stories," he spoke, "A legend... A prophecy about one who was born with a heartbeat will challenge and overthrow the ruler of my coven," "You— " I whispered, "You are going to overthrow the king,"

She felt like she's falling down in a very dark pit before everything went black. Clayton knocked out of his senses when he felt the girl's breathing start to labor. He also felt her stopping from trying to struggle out of his grip. When he got a taste from the girl's neck, he lost it. Her blood was just so addicting to him and made the monster inside him lash out to get himself satiated. No... It wasn't hunger, it was addiction at it's finest. He hasn't even sucked a bite and yet here he is, wanting for more and doped with her blood. This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing.

“Don’t worry about that. A while back, I already planted a few of our own into the Hadleigh school staff. They’ll know who you are. Leave the homeworking and grading up to them.” “Thank you, sir,” Beau said, gratefulness flowing through him. “I’ll take care of everything.” And he was not going to disappoint. For the last five years, Ardglass was like a father to Beau, saving him from the world of humans and molding him into a strong-willed, self-reliant lycanthrope. He was the man who saved him after all. Ardglass’ lips curled into a small smile. “Good. It’s time we reignite the war between wolves and humans. And this time, we aren’t stopping with a cup half-full.”

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.

I lay breathless, my eyes rolled back into my skull as his lips took possession of my mouth again. His fingers were still buried deep in me. Orlando’s thumb applied pressure on my bundle of nerves, making my body jerk. Climbing down from the high, every inch of my apex was still sensitive to his touch.