Overlord Shalltear Bloodfallen Novels & Stories

“David, how daring of you! How dare you call the Overlords by their first names. You must be tired of living. Don’t drag me down if you want to die. I never said that an Overlord was supporting me. Using the Overlords’ names is a capital crime. Everyone knows that the five Overlords have not been involved in world affairs for many years. They will only appear when Leila is in crisis or there is serious internal strife. If you want to harm me, you should at least come up with a believable idea!” Ambrose yelled at David.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi

CHAPTER 47: THE FINAL WAR BEGINS Scene 139: Armies Clash Riven drove the cave knife through the black sun over his heart. The fortress convulsed. Blue and black water burst from his body and struck the sky. For one breath, every sound vanished. Then the first ocean roared beneath us. The courtyard split from wall to wall. Soldiers fell as stone lifted in jagged slabs. Tide warriors drove their spears into the ground to remain upright. Wolves dug their claws into wet rock. Vampires leaped for the battlements as the fortress tilted toward the open sea.

Then he spoke quietly. “BloodFall is already moving.”Everyone stiffened.“The academy has fallen.” Shock spread instantly again despite Lorne’s earlier explanation. Kadel opened his eyes slowly. “And if Draven truly claimed Philipa…” Even Stefan’s face became grave. One of the elders spoke nervously. “Then Crestmoon is standing at the edge of war…” Another elder swallowed hard. “BloodFall does not forgive.” Kaden’s panic worsened immediately. He suddenly crawled toward Kadel desperately.“Father! We still have time! We can blame Stefan! Or the academy! We can—”

A heavy, breathless silence fell over the entire capital. Silas raised his fist, his voice a thunderous roar that echoed off the white stone walls of every palace spire. "The border is dead! The High Council has fallen! From this day forth, the light does not dictate your survival! The North has claimed the throne!" The army below exploded into a feral, deafening chorus of howls. Warriors slammed their fists against their silver-reinforced breastplates, the metallic rhythm sounding like a thunderclap that shook the very foundations of the gilded city. The wolves added their roars to the din, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph that signaled the birth of a new era.

Elian floated in the spectral haze, his essence adrift in a realm where time twisted like smoke. The battlefield sprawled before him, a nightmare etched in crimson and shadow, the air heavy with the stench of rent flesh and sulfurous decay. Screams pierced the din—warriors' guttural cries mingling with the guttural howls of the pale-skinned horrors that swarmed like locusts from the abyss. Their elongated ears quivered with sadistic delight, bald scalps slick under the storm-torn sky, and those maws... gods, those maws gaped wide, fangs gnashing through armor and bone, spraying black ichor that sizzled on the mud-churned ground.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

His eyes flick to Eli, and for a breath the hall stiffens, waiting to see how Ronan will take it. Ronan’s hand closes over the back of Eli’s chair like it belongs there. “Say what you came to say.” Vaughn doesn’t waste time. “The battle left a mark. Word spreads faster than blood on snow. Everyone’s heard by now. Redmaw’s Alpha dead, Ashgrave’s Alpha dead, and Vale’s Omega is wielding magic none of us have seen in a generation.” Eli bristles at the word Omega like he always does, but Ronan’s fingers flex against his chair in silent warning, and Eli stays quiet. His eyes gleam storm-grey, daring Vaughn to say more.

The battlefield roared with chaos. Blood painted the soil, and the air reeked of fury, death, and dark magic. Lucian and Theo’s wolves tore through Lila’s strongest warriors like blades through paper. Their claws struck with precision, their eyes glowing with unrelenting rage. Lila’s face twisted in disbelief as more of her men fell. Their cries for help, their agonized howls—it all blended into a haunting chorus that made even her own heart falter.