Overlord: The Undead King Movie の小説・ストーリー

" she said and tied their mouths..after tying up she took hand of one of them, grab his middle finger and cut it into two pieces with the speed of light..and did the same with all of them.. They were trying to shout and resist as much as they could but everything looked like a failure to them.. Rose went behind them and opened their mouth.."Now tell me, who was it??" "We really.."one of them tried to say but was interrupted. "Just know that you still have 19 fingers left.."she smiled devilishly. "His..his..Uncle." One of them shouted. Arthur who was shocked from the cruel scene of finger cutting in front of him was dumbfounded and couldn't hear a thing at all.

His shiny clothes and the crown on his head made it clear that it was indeed the king who ordered to kill all four of them. As soon as the king's eyes fell on Zeus, his eyes widened again and he cursed under his breath. "That fucking weakling! He couldn't even take care of you." Said the king in an annoyed tone as he rose from his chair. The king's gaze went towards Moon and Ocean. The metal bands on their foreheads made the tyrant king raise one of his brows at him in surprise. "I see! So you have killed the vampire masters who had been trying to take over the vampire throne. I must say, I had underestimated you." The King said as he walked towards Dabria and Zeus.

~Akara I stare up at the manor, wishing the ground would swallow me up. It feels wrong, being back here. My last memory of this place was me and Tai fleeing when Vaia and the rebels had taken control of it. Now Tai is King again, and my reason for being here is even more ominous than the first time, when Marek and I arrived in that carriage, having no idea what was ahead of us. What remains the same, is the unpredictable King we are going to be forced to face. All I know is my goal is for both Marek and I to leave this property alive, and with no intention to ever return again.

That was when I noticed the mark on the princess’ back as the servant carefully wrapped her in a towel before handing her to the Queen. When the war happened, the Queen along with her babies fled, but they were ambushed. Only Menandro and a few knights were there with her. Jonathan was held up by another task at the last minute. When he finally got to follow the Queen, I heard it was too late. The car had already exploded and had fallen onto the cliff. The Queen and Menandro died on the spot and we assumed that the babies had died as well although their bodies were never found. That’s why the news about Terrence Dela Torre shocked the Vampires seven years ago. And now, there was another news

My mind tried to comprehend how one could move that fast as I strained to hear their words. My ear perking up as the newly made sneered, laughing sardonically, "The King of Vampires graces a low life with his presence". The King of Vampires, I thought, my eyes going round as saucers and the newly made continued, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Jacob?" And the floodgate of memories unleashed itself on my mind.

he added, his voice filled with gentle concern. "Thank you, Claud," I smiled, gratefully accepting the berries and quietly munching on them as we awaited the elders. The simple act of eating brought a small comfort amidst the chaos. As I finished the last of the blueberries, a hush fell over the camp. The air grew thick with anticipation, signalling the arrival of the elders. I stood beside Claudio and Aunt Agatha, feeling the weight of the moment. Emerging from the shadows, the elders made their entrance. Leading the group was King Nicholas of the Vampire Empire, his presence commanding and regal. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the area with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

A low guttural growl escaped King Nigel as he stepped forward, allowing the blade to stab deep into his chest. "It isn't doing anything!" I hissed as King Nigel continued to move forward, slowly pushing Dion back towards where Ian and I stood. "That's because there is only one way to kill the undead." Ian responded with a growl. "How is that?" I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on the scene in front of us. "By killing the one that summoned him."

They stormed the yard without warning, banners flapping with the crest of some unseen king. The workers froze — then chaos. Barrels overturned, spilling wine like blood across the cobbles. A woman screamed as a soldier kicked a crate, shattering the glass inside. The foreman cursed. "Not again. Didn't we pay them already?" I turned to him. "Who are they?" "The King's men," he muttered bitterly. "Here for their tax — third time this month. Bastards." My jaw tightened. I watched as a man rushed out of the house, hands raised, pleading. An older woman followed him, her voice trembling with desperation. I couldn't hear the words, but I knew that sound — the plea before the whip falls.

Master Orion stepped closer, his eyes widening with recognition. “The First Script.” Selene looked at him in confusion. “What does it say?” The old scholar struggled to steady his breathing as he translated the glowing words. “It says…” He paused, hardly believing what he was reading. “‘When the Keeper of Death stands beside the King of Night, the forgotten blade shall awaken once more.’” Every noble stared at Lucien’s sword in stunned disbelief. Prince Caelan’s expression darkened. “Another prophecy,” he muttered. “No,” Master Orion replied, unable to hide the awe in his voice. “This is older than prophecy. This inscription was carved before the Night Empire existed.”

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch