Novelas y relatos de Overlord Shalltear Bloodfallen

Behind locked doors and broken mirrors, each prepared: she, to deepen the dream-bond; he, to hone his regained clarity. As the tower groaned under the eclipse’s coming shadow, two souls—tethered by dream and blood—stood poised to shatter chains old and new. The oath was sealed: mind, wolf, and heart bound in starlit promise. Under the next moon’s rise, they would unleash the power of Starblood’s legacy—and reshape an empire.

And she stepped onto the battlefield to face Marcus Blackthorn head on. ************************************ ~TATE'S POV~ ~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~ "From depths where light has never been, From shadows thick and caverns grim, I call the hunger, call the pain, To feast upon my foe's refrain. By blood I've spilled and oaths I've sworn, By every soul that's been forsworn, Let darkness coil and serpents bite, Devour strength and steal their might. With shattered bone and raven's cry, I bid their courage wither, die.

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

The second thing I noticed was the smell. Iron. Smoke. And… sweetness, that I couldn’t just place, more like rotting fruit. And the third thing? We weren’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, silhouettes against the skyline. The very tall towers pierced the fog, and black stone bridges stretched between them and intertwined. A dark river cut through the valley far below, and was glowing faintly red under the moonlight. “This is…” I trailed off, not sure what word to use. “Ravenhill,” Davorin said simply.

It collided with Gideon's handprint, both exploding into nothingness. Alberto, narrowly escaping death, was overjoyed. He turned his gaze forward and saw the ocean split apart. A white-haired elder slowly walked out. Seeing him, Alberto clung to hope like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "Overlord! Overlord, you're here! The heavens haven't abandoned me after all! Overlord, save me!" Alberto screamed hysterically. The white-haired elder, known as Overlord, snorted coldly and barked, "You disgraceful fool! Apologize!"

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

Xiao Chen let loose a feral howl, his eyes bulging to the point of bursting and his hair lashing over his face. "RED SLEEVE! AND YOU LOT OF THE CORPSE REFINERY SECT!" His thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield, bouncing off whatever structures still standing that no one could miss the anger, frustration, and hatred in his voice. The Malicious Grudge in him swelled and his left eye turned red again. On his flank, the army of invaders was all but beaten; their morale was so low that they could no longer mount another assault. Suddenly, before they knew it, the air turned blood-red around them; a scarlet mist had shrouded the battlefield.

Two tides of dark blood collided detonating in a blinding crimson explosion that split Valenfort’s sky apart. The ground quaked. Buildings fell. From afar, Alaric watched through his scope. “If she wins,” he murmured, “Evelyn Cross will die. What remains… won’t be her.” Kael clenched his fists. “Then let her become the Blood Lord, better her than Genesis.” --- Amid the smoke and fire, Evelyn stood among the ashes. Genesis lay broken, half its body melting away. “You… will destroy… everything…” it rasped. Evelyn looked down, no hatred left, only sorrow.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

Shards of glass flew in each direction. One of the shards cut Whitney on the back of her hand, leaving behind a streak of blood. She moaned in pain and covered her wound. Still, she didn't respond to my statement. All she did was watch me silently. "Feel better?" she asked, casually wiping off the blood. She continued, "If doing that helped you feel better, smash all the glasses you like. It's my fault you're upset."