Overlord Shalltear Death Novels & Stories

I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED TO SEE THAT, BUT IT WASN'T THE CASE. I should have seen it coming. It wasn't as shocking as Avy's death, but still. Daisuke Maël Maximillian. The great Prince between the greatest. It was his dagger that killed me. I don't know exactly how it happened. How I got attacked, but it was his dagger and pretty much his doing. But the worst part is: I'll die in two years.

I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare. Andrea felt stifled, as her eyes took in the bloody mess on the ground, and as she looked away, her eyes caught on familiar faces. A sharp pain slammed to her chest like she was pierced with a knife. Her tears came like a flood and the sob found its way out of her mouth. One, or two, and then in series. There laid her mother's and father's corpses on the floor. They were dead, she wanted to run to go meet them. She couldn't believe that they were dead, her knees immediately went weak and she just wanted to die at that moment.

Divine Overlord, still lost. The mighty Sinister Breed, also split in two by an ax. "Room rattle!" The core of Divine Overlord's internal force was cut, and life's aura was gloomy, and in the Creatureverse plane, these Divine Overlords also turned into slag. In the sky, spreading groans, countless Divine Overlords cried out in confusion, tens of thousands of races besieged, still letting Tadhg Walter kill a blood line. All attacks on him will be punished with death.

"Know your place! If you want to die, I'll make your wish come true!" Harold scoffed, before launching a punch at Vincent at the speed of lightning. "Come on!" Vincent charged forward to face Harold's attack. The members of other families stirred. "It's over. Vincent Poole is so dead!" "I heard that the Northern King has reached the Overlord State a few days ago!" "Vincent Poole is just a Semi-Overlord. He must have a death wish for challenging Harold Lowe!"

he murmurs. “No,” I say. “Because the world is leaning toward her, not through your will, but through theirs.” He exhales, something almost like awe beneath his frustration. Then he speaks what he has avoided. “If the Weave tightens, Death will move first.” I do not deny it. “If correction comes,” he continues, “it will pass through him before it reaches her.” “Yes.” Fate goes still. A long silence stretches. Then, very quietly, “Then I do not need to act.”

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

Cassian Silence after death feels like something you can touch. It's like thick velvet pressing against the broken sanctuary settling into the cracks of stone and the mouths of broken saints. Even the wind doesn't want to come in. The altar is split down the middle marble cracked by age and violence and on it lies the woman I should have left to die. Selene doesn't move. Blood has dried in a line on her throat where my teeth pierced her skin. A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

The subsequent investigation was a slow, excruciating ordeal for Connor. The medical examiner's report was detailed and chilling. "Ms. Sylvia Kline died from massive blood loss combined with silver poisoning. She had been dismembered while still alive, with clear signs of repeated cutting and probing on the wounds, indicating the perpetrator's intent to prolong her suffering. "She had severe tearing in her lower body, from which traces of semen from four different werewolves were extracted. Drag marks, approximately 25 feet long, stretched from the southeast corner of the warehouse to the entrance.

He finally panicked and yelled at the werewolves around him, "Get the healer right now!" The healer performed a brief examination before instantly dropping to his knees. "Aria is beyond saving, Alpha Carl." Carl exploded in fury, snapping, "You'd better not give me that utter nonsense! Get every healer in the infirmary here right now! If you collectively fail to save Aria, I'll have all of you executed and buried alongside her!" There were ten healers in the infirmary, and once they completed their examination, they all fell to their knees. "A-Aria is truly beyond saving, Alpha Carl."