Overlord Novel Volume 11 Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“In that case...” His eyes gleamed fiercely as he shouted, “If I kill you first, this battle will still be mine!” As he spoke, Oliver attacked again. True vitality burst out like a snowstorm, covering the sky. In an instant, he was right in front of Andrius. Swoosh! Andrius was vigilant and did not give Oliver a chance to sneak up on him. The Linebreaker Overlord in his hand swept a cold arc in the air, blocking Oliver’s fist.

Oliver caught my hand and chuckled “Now, now princess, I just wanted to know how close you and the Prince had gotten. Not as close as I was thinking, still, too close.” He let go of my hand and took a step back. “Princess, I want out of here and fast. Are you aware there is a power struggle going on on this continent? Your father has declared war on several other packs. Each kingdom has internal wars. All I wanted to do was get away from the fighting, yet Jack seems to have dragged me into another war that I want no part of.” “So you will abandon your friend?” I asked a little confused.

"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

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?

“What now?” I turn toward him, eyes burning with shadow and flame. “Now,” I say, “we prepare for the One.” ** Jason Brad’s eyes are wrong. Not just dark. Not just angry. Wrong. Like something ancient is staring out through them, wearing his face like a mask. He stands in the center of the cabin, shadows crawling up his arms like living ink, the prophecy book clutched in his hand. The air hums with power, cold, hungry, unnatural. I swallow hard. “Brad… what now?”

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

I said, annoyed. “Remember, Alaric—you will need to build an empire. You will need an army to defeat Darius. I’ll see you soon.” And just like that, the voice vanished. “Wait!” I shouted. “What do you mean an ARMY? How am I supposed to—hey! Are you still there?!” Silence. I groaned and rubbed my face. “Why does that thing always disappear after dropping a cliffhanger?” Bloodsnow, perched on my shoulder, gave me a tiny side-eye.

Fear for our safety and concern for his community intertwined in a chaotic dance within me. As we hurriedly left the room, the scene that unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of a nightmare. King Crowell’s men, with their wicked sneers and ruthless weapons, unleashed chaos upon the village. Flames consumed homes, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the night sky. The sounds of battle, the clash of steel against steel, reverberated through the air, accompanied by the anguished cries of the defenseless.