Overlord Shalltear Bloodfallen Novels & Stories

The world at dawn was silent, as if the earth itself held its breath. The sacred battleground stretched wide and ancient, a plain of stone carved by time and war. Smooth slate stretched for miles, its surface darkened by centuries of blood spilled in honor and vengeance. Pillars rose like broken teeth, cracked obelisks etched with runes from the first Alphas. Mist curled across the ground, glowing faintly in the light of the blood-red moon that had not set, its lingering omen staining everything crimson.

I kicked the man who was coming to me and then put him to sleep. I've been fighting for a while now and my body is getting weak because I'm not used to having many opponents and I'm not angry to fight them. Because I was already weak, I couldn't avoid the sword that landed on my shoulder. I held onto it and felt the blood running down to my arm. "Everyone, stop!" everyone stop when Shantelle screamed while her fangs were out and her eyes were yellow. "Stop this now!" we all turned around at the entrance of the gate when there were two elderly women and men standing. Everyone bowed before them.

He laughed weakly. Then the ground shook. We both looked up. The High Elder stood on the hill. He raised both hands. The Blood Moon appeared again. Only this time, it was enormous. The sky turned red. Every wolf stopped. The High Elder shouted: "The Blood Moon has awakened!" The earth split. Darkness poured from the cracks. The same darkness we had seen before. But this time... It spread across the entire battlefield. Wolves screamed. Warriors fell. I grabbed Alexander's hand.

I giggle. “Ah yes, another man with many rugs draped over his body masquerading as clothing. I fear that we may all die of a fashion emergency instead of another drought or war.” I smile and try to hold in my snorts, as the carriage enters a foggy forest, and Dante continues to mock every noble from the Wailing Coast to the Soundless Seas. “Lady Dyteria gave birth again,” I say, trying my hardest to be modest. One must be modest, after all, to set an example for the future lords and ladies I shall preside over.

" The prohecy also speaks of four powerful mixed bloodlines, needing to find one another in hopes of stopping the evil, the darkness will set free on the blood moon, destroying everything in it's wake, leaving our world desolated." I didn't think the air in the room could have become anymore more heavier, still it felt like we were all on a sinking ship, being drugged down under the icy waves, as the tempture in the room plummeted, freezing us all to our spots, as Elder Lilia spoke what was written on the parcments.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

He paused, allowing his words settle, and preparing his rebuttal for the coming refusal when Shrowl surprised him with a nod. "We've waged war beyond the border," he continued, hoping he had not faltered, "but in the last two months, the realms soldiers have told of men who would not fall when cut. Men who showed no pain when struck and do not cry out when impaled. Enemies who are simply determined on moving forward and cutting all in their path, leaving only when the battle has run its course. Before I was lost, I fought one of these men alongside the priestess. He possessed a strength greater than any blessed I have encountered, over two dozen arrows did nothing to suppress him, and he con

A direct, mindless charge would only result in the entire horde being systematically turned to gravel. Through the raw, bleeding conduit of Malakai’s stolen Sovereign blood, the leader issued a silent, heavy blood command that rippled back through the remaining hundreds of entities waiting in the sea fog. Fall back. The command was absolute. The ascending waves of monsters instantly froze their forward momentum. They didn't scream; they didn't protest. With a synchronized, terrifyingly quiet precision, the blood-born detached their claws from the granite and melted backward into the deep, rolling shadows of the pine forests and the coastal ravines.

Their piercing, unnatural shrieks echoed agonizingly across the entire isolated island, vibrating the very marrow of those who stood below. The final, world-altering battle had officially begun. Killian stepped firmly to the absolute front of the line, his majestic silver wolf spirit standing taller and more radiant than ever before in his life. Brilliant moonfire danced wildly along his thick black fur, and the legendary Blade of the First Alpha blazed with an blinding, celestial light that cut through the encroaching gloom. Behind him stood Seraphina, Aiden, Leo, Freya, Kael, Orion, and the few remaining battle-hardened warriors of the Blackthorn vanguard. No one retreated a single pace. N

Blood burst from his mouth as his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness. I turned away and walked toward my throne, under the reverent gazes of every wolf present. I looked down over it all. The land that once broke my heart now lay prostrate at my feet. The Bloodmoon Pack became a vassal of Northland. And I was formally crowned the first queen in Northland's history. I lost my foolish youth, but I gained the world. I am Rowena North, Queen of Northland.