Overlord Novel Volume 2 Novels & Stories

I had not expected it to be so warm in here. They take us into a small meeting room with a large round table in the center. There are various maps hanging from the walls. We take seats at the table. "How did you know we were coming?" I question. "Like the name of our horde suggests there are those of us who posses prophetic abilities myself included. Several months ago I had visions of a Great War along with the arrival of a hero. You Chieftain Eleonora are that hero," Nathalia declares.

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!"

As soon as Frank and his troops stepped inside, there was a counting sound. Thud, thud, thud. They glanced above them and saw Olive, Oriana, and Xieaniel looking back at them. “Goodbye, uncle.” With Olive’s words, countless guns came out of the walls and ceilings and countless bullets rained. “ARRGGH!” Oriana looked away, unable to bear the blood and gore and Olive flinched when something suddenly covered her eyes, blocking her view. When she felt something on her nape, sniffing her scent, she completely knew who it was. She grinned.

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

The Alphas who had been clawing at the door seconds ago stop snarling, one by one their voices die out, their scents change into submission, fear. My hand freezes on the ladder rail, and the smell of rust and cheap liquor that hangs over the neutral zone fades. As the smell of gunpowder fills the air. And the smell of thunderstorms swallows me, my stomach drops, he's here, behind me, Ronan stirs weakly against my back. His skin hot as heat soaks my skin into my spine. His breathing comes out ragged as he inhales and exhales, brushing hot against the back of my neck.

His lips twisted into a shaky smile as he turned toward the exit, but the feeling of triumph was short-lived. A faint, sickening sound echoed through the hall. He stopped, confusion flickering across his face. The world seemed to spin around him, and his vision blurred. A moment later, he understood: his headless body was still walking forward. The realization struck him as his severed head tumbled to the ground, his mouth frozen in a silent scream, eyes wide with terror. The Overseer lowered his outstretched hand, a faint frustrated expression playing on his lips. “Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.”

Soon, the doors opened again and a deadly feel hit the atmosphere. Flapping noises reached the ears of the men that were seated and they all turned their heads toward the entrance. With discomfort etched in their soul, they watched a tall figure walk past the door. His cloak was deep red and it was decorated with the repetitive pattern of blood droplets. And in his hold was a hand fan that had a skull tip. The Overlord walked in with pride in his steps and nothingness in his pure white eyes. As his graceful steps ended at the head of the table which was purposefully missing a chair, the vampire announced his presence.

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Now we’re going to show you what happens when you mess with the Greens and the Petrovs at the same time. The game had changed. It was no longer just revenge. It was total war. And Olivier Lefèvre had just awakened the monster that slept inside each of us. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- End of the main story. To be continued… See you in You Are My Ruin, with Darya’s book.

He was the one with the power to command fire. “Sigh. Ogre is not going to like this. I must finish this myself.” Professor Huckleberry sighed in annoyance. Then he picked up the book he was reading to return to it. If Kylie had seen the cover page, she would have been stunned. For the book Professor Huckleberry was one that she was familiar with. At least, she was familiar with its first volume. It was the book that had told her the legends of the archangels and their war in heaven. For the cover page read… Origins and Curse of the New Moon: Volume II