Overlord Novel Volume 2 Novels & Stories

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.

"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!

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

“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.

[Status: A+ 63% -> 78% -> 85% -> 91%] Seal cracked. Day 3. Last day. Dawn of Duel. Demon Envoy arrived again. Not envoy. Army. 20 Black Knights on drakes, S-Rank aura. And in middle, Kross. 3 meters tall. Blood axe bigger than Jin. Skin red, horns. S-Rank Butcher. He looked at Academy gate where last envoy was hanged. Grinned and broke hanging rope with axe. "Where is little slave King?" he shouted, voice breaking windows. "I came to take him like dog!"