Overlord Novel Volume 11 Novels & Stories

“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.”

I had hoped that I could come in here and bluff my way out of this situation. That’s not why I am pissed, though. I am pissed because those words are from a character I had completely erased from the book. A ruthless commander of the king’s army who sexually tortures Ravenhood even worse than the prince himself. I had believed him to be too cruel for what I wanted for this book. His character wouldn’t care if all of his men died by my hand as long as he captured me. Actually, he wanted a fight; blood and torture excited him. Instantly, I drop the knife and go down on my knees, bowing my head.

"Then we add one more battle to the war. Eleven days. Three fronts: Marcus, Helena, and now Cordelia's ghost." "We've faced worse." "We've survived worse." His hand found my waist, pulling me against him with the same fierce possessiveness as the elevator. "And we'll survive this. But right now—right now, I need to hold you. Just for a moment. Before we go back to the war." I pressed my face against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart. "One moment. Then we fight." The winter sea crashed below. The tablet lay dark on the coffee table. And Cordelia's smile lingered in my mind like a scar that refused to heal.

She helped him turn all those intangible, emotional pieces into words the council would actually understand. When they finally slept, she curled up against his back and felt the tension leave him bit by bit, his body unwinding into rest. She pressed her lips between his shoulders, just below his neck. It wasn’t words, just: I’m here. He made a soft sound in his sleep. She smiled, letting the dark close in around them. — ✦ — The Elder Council chamber was every bit as intimidating as she’d expected. Circular. Tiered seats rising up around the center. Fifteen elders in strict order of rank, all looking down at Yijun, who stood alone, his research shining in a three-dimensional energy array she’

His voice whispered that this was just another test—one of many that she would face on her journey. As the night wore on, the moon gradually descended in the sky, its luminous glow waning. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, Rithanya's weary eyes lingered on the final pages of her textbook. She closed it with a sense of accomplishment, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she had done her best.

Theryn’s eyes gleam, their blade raised, and the city’s pulse surges, the Overveil’s gaze burning. I’m the Convergence—guardian and teacher—and as Theryn’s challenge looms, Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Aelys’s voice, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, Lirien’s defiance, and the keepers’ fragile truce stand with me. The Veil’s heart endures, but the Overveil’s truth stirs, and with the new realm trembling, I face a battle that will forge our legacy.

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.

“We cannot ignore this warning. And, Zenrada cannot suffer another war. You all know this, so I don’t expect you to overlook the fact that war is coming to Zenrada.” “You have spoken well, Zaramanni,” Lord Elias got rid of the approaching silence. But Beta Howli seemed confused about something. The man-wolf, who never appeared to be concerned about whatever they did during the council meeting, asked, “Why would the Vampires of Skullis attack us? What reason do they have?” Alpha Darren swiftly recalled that not everyone in that room was aware of the Overlord’s unfortunate demise. Before anyone could speak, he replied, “The Overlord met his demise while he was residing in the manor.”

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!"

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.