Overlord Novel Volume 7 Novels & Stories

The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind. Those infant spirits were fierce, leaving the Haunts no chance to stand their ground. Under Jim's leadership, the enemy was slowly pushed back, inch by inch.

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.

"Anyways, the war went on for hundreds of years, the killing and bloodshed was constant but eventually the war was ended by the King of Avingora." Katherine knew that there was no kingdom called Avingora, at least not in her time period. "Who's the King of Avingora?" "My cousin," Katherine turned her head to look at Lady Nicole who had spoken. Her face scrunched up in confusion but before Katherine could say anything, Nicole continued speaking. "Lucian Williams." Katherine was shocked, to say the least, "What happened to Avingora?" "The Kingdom was burnt to the ground during the final battle," said Lady Elizabeth.

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

My voice trembled seeing Sebastian's reaction. " White lane, uhm yes, street 83, house number eight. He is still alive but weak...yes, immediately" Sebastian said to the phone. He turned to look at me angrily after the call " Dude, you could have killed him" he shouted. I gulped bitterly words getting stuck on my throat. Claire was staring at me eyes wide open like I was an alien. She was the one who screamed stopping me from killing his ex boyfriend. Well, I was even suprised at me. The guy's nose was smashed , blood was all over his face, his eyes were swollen shut and his upper lip was cracked into two parts. How was I even that strong to do that?

She did not want to live without Samuel again, and so she had accepted the probable loss of the dragonet that she carried. Expanding her awareness beyond those in the warehouse with her body, Aislen could mentally see the Mer gathering. They were confused by the paint on the wall and holding back whilst orders were sought from their generals. Whilst they held back, they were engaged in battle against the zombies that had made it this far and the scattering of Van Helsings amongst them.

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Waylon scuffed with disappointment. "I was-" Drac tried to say but within a blink of an eye, Waylon was in front of him squeezing him by the neck. "How many more times will you continue to disappoint me?" Waylon pressed against his jugular. "My lord…he is pure…blood…I am…only…a half-breed," Drac stuttered. "They were seven of you, seven of my gallant warriors could not disarm a single werewolf. He is not even of royal blood," he spat out and flung him against the wall.

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips but it eventually vanished. “He went out first. The team needed him immediately.” I nodded and shyly stood up from bed. Of course, he’s the Alpha. Why would he even wait for me, right? I just fixed myself before docking from the ship. My mouth dropped open when I saw the situation outside. Trees were lifeless. I don’t even think there’s life here. Buildings and houses were destroyed and burned. This has become their life? In all of my years in experience, I have never saw something like this. Even being a Warrior Witch, I have never seen something like this.

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.