Overlord: The Undead King Movie Novels & Stories

“And you’re lucky you’re still alive.” Her sobbing started again, softer this time, more defeated. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. Letta crying. Roc disappointed. Marco disgusted. The Riccis laughing upstairs. Sara with a hammer. And me? Alone. Forgotten. A king without a kingdom. A leader without followers. A man without a future. And for the first time…I wondered if this room, this cold, stripped‑down box, was where I was going to die. ***Letta

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

It wasn't enough. I watched him go down — not killed, I registered with desperate relief even as horror flooded through me, but overwhelmed, restrained, bound with something that pulsed with the same wrongness I'd felt in Vasha's cavern, a King who'd survived ancient presences and possessed commanders and gathering after gathering of enemies finally, brutally overpowered by sheer numbers and old, practiced technique.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

So he had followed him; and had offered him the chance to become an Undead after confirming that this was the man he wanted. Unsurprisingly, the Snake King was not interested in the offer. He was at the peak of this world and didn’t know any rival. He craved nothing more, so the offer to become an Undead held no appeal for him. Besides, he didn’t believe a word of what the masked elder said. How could there by super humans, beasts and Undead creatures in the world. His belief stood strong even after the Undead Elder had revealed a few tricks to him; that was until this evening.

"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!"

It changed to blue color and directly disappeared into Virando’s palms. “I’ll be the only and ultimate king throughout the demons-realm! All people will kneel down under my feet, will lift up their heads to see me! I’m the only king throughout the demons-realm! King Richard Orlando Lie is the only king in this demons-realm! Hahaha... Hahaha...” King Richard Orlando went on shouting, screaming, yelling the meaningless words, clauses, and also sentences, within his own daydreaming and also imaginary world.

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.