Overlord: The Undead King Movie Novels & Stories

Ophelia revealed suddenly, rendering everyone speechless. Maximus looked calm, as if he knew it earlier. Or maybe he was trying to act calm. Truth to be told, Maximus didn't find it surprising anymore given the things that were going around like this. "No wonder my wolf hated her," Maximus commented with a sneer. Lenora looked at her husband with a concerned gaze. He just squeezed her hand with his as if he were reassuring her. "Then why am I half-dead?" Lenora asked. A vampire was nothing but a half-dead person. They were neither alive nor dead. They were called undead creatures.

Vladimir's POV Three hours. It took three hours for Josie to run out of steam and stop tearing shit up. ‘My King.’ The call was quiet, but urgent. ‘Yes Roderick?’ I asked of the vamp warrior I had tasked to trail the trio. Roderick was a rogue vamp based in California, preferring to live his days without being affiliated to any coven, earning a livelihood by way of being a mercenary or running covert operations. One such as keeping tabs on my willful childe.

I stalked towards her and ensnared her fear-filled face into my large hands. "Listen to me Amelia," I growled out before continuing, "I'm only letting him go because you asked but if he attacks the Vampire regime I have no other option but to kill him. As a King, I have certain obligations to my people and yes, him trying to gain rights for humans is considered a threat to the kingdom because no matter how much you try to deny it, our species is superior. Vampires need to feed on humans and if your people are granted some freedom they are likely to crave more which could deprive my people of their basic need if humans refuse to let us feed as a result of their intoxication from the freedom t

The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people! The boy's hair is very long, and it is obvious that it has not been cut for a long time. She pulls back the boy's hair and finds that his face is very beautiful and handsome, with a thin nose, thin lips, and somewhat thick eyebrows. Even with his eyes closed, he exudes a strong sense of heroism. From this perspective, the proportions of his facial features are very perfect and superior. Charlotte recalled his beautiful eyes like stars. With this

After that she excused herself knowing her, I knew she was going out to let out some screams. "And I am Alaric," another voice came after with his hand stretched, reluctantly I took the hand of the man behind who is now in front of me. His voice even deeper and his hands cold. His aura is even stranger than that of the Devil's. "I have heard a lot about you," his words took me by surprise. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the devil trying to stretch his hands too. "How about I show you around if somebody hasn't yet...sir?" I said to Alaric who smiled with only a single brow arched. Of the three men in front of me, he appears the strangest with his direct eye contact.

Two of the burly men quickly grabbed my phone and dragged me into the yard while the blonde guy looked around the property with disgust. “Well, look at that. The old man is always crying poor to us, but here he is, living in luxury and keeping his little mistress in this nice place. Meanwhile, his real kids get nothing.” Kids? That was when it hit me why the woman and blonde guy seemed so familiar. They were Edward's children, Jenny and Marcus Grange. “You’re Jenny and Marcus, right? I’m not some mistress. I’m your aunt–” “Shut up! How dare you pretend to be my aunt?” Marcus slapped me across the face, twice, leaving me dizzy, stars flashing in my eyes.

My Gammas stopped, their horses snorting and pawing at the ground, sensing the bloodlust in the air. Across the field, I saw him. The Overlord, standing on a ledge slightly higher than the ground on which we now stood, like a god of death. He was a coward, sending soldiers to fight his battles. His armor gleamed black as night, his face hidden behind a helmet adorned with jagged spikes. He was larger than life, a figure from nightmares made real. My blood boiled at the sight of him, rage clawing at my insides. We would leave this ground bloody and with his head in my hands.

Blake said, “He’s a martial arts grandmaster who has cultivated True Energy. Even if he can’t defeat them, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to escape. We should leave at once and find the Blithe King.” “Understood.” They nodded and swiftly left. Seeing this, the Emperor immediately ordered, “They’re trying to escape, Professor C. We can’t let them.” Professor C smiled. “Don’t worry. None shall escape.” Then, he took a black container out. In it was a centipede-like black bug with tons of antennas. The Emperor asked puzzledly, “I-Is this the Gu King?” Professor C said smilingly, “That’s right. The Gu King is the one issuing orders and controlling the Undead Warriors all this while.”

Because of the enhanced abilities of the undead, they were often made into Kings and Queens or worshipped as Gods. But there were other un-living spirits, Underlings who were so dangerous and chaotic that they were forbidden to enter the walking dead. These were the true evil entities of the Underworld. They devised a way to bypass the will of The Seer—now known by all as the Mother or She-Who-Is-First. These powerful Underlings learned that if their un-living host killed a living being and infected it with the essence of other spirits, then they could give passage to the spirits and Wraiths of their choosing—angry, malignant entities that only wanted to do damage—entities that the Mother wo

They soon defeated Khasi's forces, cheers rising around her as the men savored their victory. Even though they had triumphed now, dread still filled her at the thought of her father's army approaching. He wouldn't be easy to defeat and with the number of untrained men around her, they would barely stand a chance. Odeya knew that the men needed some more motivation to gain the strength to defeat her father and that they needed to see Nicolas as their leader so when she took the steps forward and bowed low, she knew just what she was going to do. "All hail King Nicolas! The Rightful King of Myknos!" She yelled, "To you King Nicolas, I surrender my swords, my life and my loyalty. I am yours com