Overlord Novel Volume 6 Novels & Stories

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

Although hunters are trained to protect, he knows that their leaders are willing to kill one person for the satisfaction of an elite blood. Let alone the kids. They are minors and have fangs that are not that mature enough to identify bloods but he's worried that they sensed that Dayanne's blood is a rare kind and very much treasured by any blood-sucking community like them. Just as he was about to get inside one of the rooms, Dayanne's door opened making him panic. He used his ability to go and hide inside the other room beside hers.

This wasn’t just an Alpha King. This was the Overlord. And I? I was trembling like a fucking leaf in a hurricane and when his eyes met mine? Fuckkkk, my breath caught in my throat and not metaphorically. It felt like an invisible hand had wrapped around my neck and squeezed, not just cruelly but also possessively as every ounce of air in my lungs vanished. I was suffocating. Drowning. Dying. “Ai….. dan….” I called as if I was pleading with him and when I forced myself to look at him, I saw it, something soft and warm flashed in his eyes and they weren’t just gold anymore. They were softer.