Overlord Novel Volume 7 Novels & Stories

Light spills through. Strange. Bright. Unfamiliar. The gods retreat slightly. Fear. I feel their fear. “Kieran,” Nova whispers, her voice barely steady. “What if breaking the old order didn’t make you ruler…” “What then?” Her eyes lock onto mine. “What if it made you a doorway?” The final fracture splits across the sky like a wound. And something begins to push through. As the sky fractures above and the unseen crown tightens around my will, one terrifying thought grips me... did I just declare war on the old gods… or did I invite something far worse to enter our world?

The Warlord hadn’t returned—not yet—but his staff had begun to circle her like vultures, as if they sensed how quickly her blood was warming to the rhythm of his realm. Sometimes she thought she could still feel him—like the brush of breath against her neck, the ghost of heat curling behind her ear. Have you ever seen a dragon’s rut? The memory made her jaw lock. It lingered on her skin like smoke. Like prophecy. The chamber doors opened.

has been an incredible experience, and I'm thrilled to bring you the second installment of this series. In this book, you'll delve deeper into the characters' emotions, their struggles, and the evolving dynamics of their world. As the story unfolds, you'll witness Renata's growth and her coming to terms with the truth she uncovers. The themes of identity, loyalty, and the complexities of family ties will continue to play a significant role. I'm excited to explore new twists and turns, and I promise you an engaging and captivating adventure. As always, your feedback and thoughts mean the world to me. Feel free to share your opinions and reactions as you journey through "Heirs - book 2"

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

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.

“Noah is my mate.” “He is an obstacle.” The shadows surge. “He must die.” My breath catches. “No..” “You belong to me,” he roars. “You carry my flame. You carry my shadow. You carry the prophecy. You carry the key.” The Nothing cracks like glass. “You will come to me,” he whispers, voice dropping to something cold and final. “Or I will take you.” The world shatters. “Raven!” Hands grip my shoulders. Warm. Real. Human.

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

something. The sensation of being at the mercy of his captor as they flew so high into the sky that the trees looked like blades of grass and knowing that at any moment Seth could decide to let go and he could fall to his death was bad enough, but watching his clothing become drenched with his own blood from the wound on his neck and not having the means to stop it, feeling the life flow out of his body and thinking that it was the end had chiseled at his soul. If he got out of this mess, would he ever be the same?

I’d finished my studies for the day, and I was putting away the books grandmother had me reading. The tome drew my attention with its silver glow. It seemed to call to me, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take it from the shelf. The tome was ancient; that much was obvious. It was bound in leather and had the most intricate design. But what mesmerised me was the wolf on the front cover. Its eyes seemed to look right through me, and I swear that I saw it wink. I heard a voice all around me, telling me to read what was inside. My stomach was churning; I felt as though I was doing something wrong. However, just like every other teenager in existence, doing the wrong thing was always thrilli

I lay breathless, my eyes rolled back into my skull as his lips took possession of my mouth again. His fingers were still buried deep in me. Orlando’s thumb applied pressure on my bundle of nerves, making my body jerk. Climbing down from the high, every inch of my apex was still sensitive to his touch.