Overlord Shalltear Death Novels & Stories

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

It was greater than the love I once had for her, that phase was a memory I wouldn't remember anymore. She can't die just yet, she has to die by my hands, I need to rip her apart myself after saving the sword. *..I will find you, Kyra. I will take down the world just to meet you again and this time I will kill you most horrible and unimaginable, I will crush you to a point of nothingness. Even your soul will get its share of my wrath..* I whispered to her before finally crouching to the ground and passing out after a loud growl.

He rushed forward, checking his pulse, pressing his fingers against the bloodied throat, before turning to look at me, a sigh leaving his mouth. “He’s dead, Overlord.” He said. I released his hair, letting the head loll forward, blood dripping from the slack mouth and as I stared at him, I felt no satisfaction, not even anger. “Pussy.”

No way to reverse it. It was a potion used by werewolves who wanted to say goodbye properly before dying. With shaking hands, Marcus calculated the timeline. From the exact moment I had signed the wedding postponement agreement for him until the stranger said I died - it was exactly 72 hours. The realization hit him like lightning. I hadn't signed that agreement because I was being understanding. I had signed it because I was already dying. He remembered the moment I collapsed in front of him three days ago. I had fallen right at his feet, my body giving out completely.

He's so close I can smell his shampoo, see the color in his lips. I step closer, reaching out to him. It's like I'm being propelled by a force greater than myself. His fingers wind around mine, and it's a perfect fit. Like we've been holding hands this whole time. All these days. All these years. "We will have to fight them, though." His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before we have to face them." "Who?" "The Silver Hunters." His fingers run through my hair. “They’ve attacked Hawthorn before.”

I was Alpha King Xavier's personal Omega maid. I took care of his daily needs and tested his meals for poison. My monthly salary was a staggering fifty thousand dollars. That was until a new, young Omega maid was hired at the estate. When she found out about my pay, her eyes widened. "All she does is serve the Alpha his drinks, and she gets fifty thousand a month?" "I heard the King always rewards her with expensive jewelry and custom dresses. She has it so easy!" Early the very next morning, she couldn't wait to run to the Elder Luna and volunteer. "I want to personally serve the great Alpha King." "I only want twenty thousand dollars, and I'll definitely work harder than her." Lat

when he heard the sound. Thorne laughed maniacally as he declared, "You win the throne!" But all your important assets will be taken from you. Dante didn't let him finish. Dante forced his Moon-steel sword through Elder Thorne's chest, pinning him to the mahogany wall with one swift, brutal thrust. The laugh was cut short. The corrupt leader of the High Council collapsed forward, dead before he even had the chance to fall. Dante turned to his Beta after ripping the sword from him.

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!"

With lightning speed, he aimed a powerful strike at Alexander's head. Lightning-fast, it was. It was a sudden and ferocious attack, a peak Martial Overlord's full-force strike without holding back. His palm felt like a weapon forged from super alloy, with edges sharp enough to slice through paper. More importantly... This terrifying strike was not meant to kill Alexander outright. No matter how Alexander reacted, the other five Martial Overlords would seize the opportunity and strike together, their combined assault the true killing blow. The coordination among the six Martial Overlords was flawless.

I pull on his head and he squeals in fear. “Yes!! YES! I do.” he cries. “Where?” Caleb says, his hold tightening. “In my complex. The top floor, attached to my room.” “Thank you,” I say, placing my claws on his neck. “For that, you get a quicker death.” “This is for my family!” Caleb and I roar in unison as I swipe my claws across his throat and Caleb squeezes him tight until he goes limp in his arms. His hot blood stains my hands and his eyes go wide before the life drains from him. An eerily similar look to my father in his last moments. Caleb drops him and Clem wraps her arms around Caleb, holding him tight as the tears come for both of us. He reaches out for me, But I remain where I am.