Novel & Cerita Overlord Shalltear Bloodfallen

“Liora, talk to me.” She winced but managed a weak smirk. “I’ve had worse kisses. Finish this shit so we can get that date, Thorn.” Jax limped in behind us, dragging the door shut. “They’re tearing each other apart out there. Prime versus the Forsaken. It’s a bloodbath.” “Good,” Sable muttered, slapping the charge onto the central server. “Let them kill each other. We just need three minutes.”

"They are crafted specifically to slow Kaelen's legendary healing factor to an absolute crawl and to effortlessly slaughter his elite Vanguard forces. Without those weapons, his heavily armored warriors will tear our mercenaries apart in seconds. Getting that armor-piercing silver into the hands of our strike teams is our first, mandatory step." I walked over to the center table, where a large, highly detailed topographical map of the neutral valley between our territories was lying open. The faded parchment showed the narrow, treacherous gorges, the dense pines, and the freezing rivers that separated the Blood Moon from the Shadow Vanguard. Smirking down at the map, I tapped a single, heavy

Willing her trembling hand to steady, she let the crimson drops fall onto the glowing circle, a desperate prayer that her cursed lineage could unravel his spell. The instant her blood struck the circle, the world fractured. A deafening roar split the air, and a concussive wave hurled her backward. She slammed into the ground, breath driven from her lungs, vision blurring at the edges. Through the haze, she saw Marcus stumble, his chant breaking into a ragged stutter. Caden pounced, his sword flashing as it drove deep into Marcus’s chest. The traitor’s eyes widened, a fleeting shock overtaking his features before he collapsed, the green light winking out like a snuffed flame.

The great hall had become a slaughterhouse. Steel rang against steel. Screams echoed off the high ceilings. Blood stained the black marble floor in dark, spreading pools. The silver banners that had been hung for the ceremony now hung torn and splattered. Caelan fought back to back with Lucien, the ceremonial sword in his hand feeling lighter than it should. The awakened royal blood surged through his veins, sharpening his reflexes and lending unnatural speed to every strike. He parried a Shadow Crown warrior’s blade and drove his own through the gap in the man’s armor, feeling the hot rush of blood on his hand.

Blood on my palm hadn’t fully dried; under the moonlight it flashed silver. My blood had changed. She had changed me before I even realized it. Callum came up behind me, breathing hard. “The Elder forces crossed the eastern border. They sent Veil-Hunters.” I turned. “How many?” “At least forty. And they brought old sigils. That means—” “They plan to close the gate,” I finished. Callum looked at me hard. “Or seal the blood.” I fell silent for a moment, then looked at Rhea. She was still unconscious, but her face was calmer now, a sheen of silver in her veins.

My face rumpled, observing the way he shifted his weight subtly, favoring his right leg. And beneath the normal scent of wolf and forest and sweat, my nostrils caught something else. Faint. Metallic. Blood. Zane was hurt, wounded and bleeding.

Shadows sprawled across the walls — two forms intertwined — and Eloria’s voice, faint and venomous, drifted through the dark: “Let the Alpha rage, let the gods awaken… But in the end, Marek — all of them will kneel.” Thunder rolled like an ancient drum across the sky. The rain lashed against the tall windows of Draven Estate, a furious downpour that seemed to echo the chaos that had torn through the night. The Blood Moon was gone — swallowed by clouds thick as smoke — but its lingering energy still hung in the air, humming faintly through the walls.

And he starts laughing. “My death doesn’t matter,” he says, blood already bubbling up out of his lips. “You’ve already surrendered the crown. Lycan rule is over.” Alexander towers over Coltain, regarding him calmly, almost pityingly. Only I know the pain from the silver disintegrating his skin beneath his battle gear is slowly eating at him. I can feel it through our bond. “I did surrender the crown,” Alexander concedes. “And I shall equally kill anyone else who tries to hold me to it.”

“If I step away now, I don’t know if this ends.” Maxwell’s voice was rough. “Then we figure it out later. But we’re not dying here.” The First breathed, slowly, deliberately. “There will be no later.” Soraya cursed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The First stepped forward. It was a slow movement, deliberate, heavy. Like she was heavy with something I could not see. “As soon as the last tether fell, the war restarted. The Old Ones will return. That is inevitable.”

Andrius knew that he could not escape and summoned his Linebreaker Overlord. As the spear moved, heavenly fire ignited. The immortal essence in his body had burned to its limit. “Overlord’s Return!” With each sweep and thrust of his spear, countless lights exploded. The Linebreaker Overlord glowed with immense power, clashing with the eight Sentinels’ attacks and causing explosions to ring out. In just a few seconds, the area was filled with various explosions. Each wave was stronger than the last—the result of their continuous exchange of attacks and immortal essence collisions.