Overlord Novel Volume 12 Novels & Stories

He was fast, I've never encountered such incredible speed not even in an Alpha. Something is very wrong. I bulldoze into Oliva, the two of us falling to the ground now covered in dirt. We're quick to turn, our eyes clash with the large brown wolf, "what the fuck?!" "Listen, I can't explain it to you. In simple terms, someone is controlling Chris. Honestly, I don't even think…" I cut myself off once again and turn to find two large wolves stalking towards us. One carried a wolf's head in his mouth, drool slithering down their jaws, threateningly.

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

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.

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.

"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

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.